In Darkened Dreams_7 Hannovan
Being stuck on the back of a horse with his arms wrapped around his brother's mid section the whole way, made the two day journey seem like a lifetime. Aras had pushed them to ride what seemed like long past sundown that first day, not that it made much difference to him, in order to make extra ground. The young soldier was quiet and purposeful but he was kind. He had even been right there with Theran to comfort him when he had woken up from another version of his dark dreams.
They finally reached Dunnath by sundown of the second day and Hannovan could not have been happier to slide down off of that horse. Jamous Payne had sent a bird ahead of them, so Lord Jogan Ghent was there to welcome them to his city. Hannovan had asked Theran to describe the city as they entered since he himself could not see it. He wanted to get a sense of where he was. 'It's ten times the size of Dunhollow,' Theran had said, 'surrounded by a huge thick wall. Inside the streets are narrow
In Darkened Dreams_6Chapter Two
Theran was on his hands and knees planting another row of seeds when he saw them coming, Jamous Payne's hulking form stalking towards his house with Lorcan Wheeler and Aras Brai in tow. A thousand thoughts raced through his mind of what they could be coming for. Was it the disturbance they had caused yesterday? Or could they have found out about Hannovan's dream, but how? He had not seen anyone about last night. His stomach was tying itself into knots as he stood up, determined to reach the house before they did. He raced towards the back of the house, only seeing Hannovan's form sitting atop the stump in the side yard at the last possible second, but he was too late, Jamous had already spotted him.
"Highwater!" Payne called out.
The name grated against his heart as he watched his brother turn toward the sound. The boy slipped off of the stump and walk towards the soldiers. Jamous took him roughly by the arm, jarring Theran out of his fearful
In Darkened Dreams_5 Hannovan
Hannovan ignored his mother's worried fawning and went straight to his room, leaving his brother to deal with her. The day's ordeal had taken a lot out of him. Hannovan Highwater he lamented. That was his name now, ever since the flood. If they had just listened to him sooner, maybe they could have prevented it from happening. He had warned them though and the river had still flooded the village. It was that day that he had decided that there was no stopping his visions from coming true, a realization that frightened him terribly now. Ten steps, he counted as he walked from the doorway to his bed. Lying down, he ripped the bandages off of his face, allowing his skin to breathe.
Sleep took him quickly, once he let his mind rest. That night he dreamt of the wounded man again. He heard the sound of the breath going out of him and then the partial image appeared. All he could make out still was the blue, silk shirted torso and the hands that covered the bleeding woun