“oh Targa, I tried to tell you, this world…. it is so flawed and at
“what?” a look of confusion came over his face. “you died
many years ago”
“where do you come up with these ideas boy, I am here aren’t I?”
“yes father” The dragonbourne’s head grew fuzzy with the world
“Targa” he looked up as a dark shadow sprung behind his father but
he was gone, in his place now stood a figure clocked in black a long spear in
“who are you, what did you do to my father?”
“Targa” voices in the distance distracted him for just a second,
but long enough for the figure to come next to him and take hold of his arm, he
gasped as it whispered.
Lorcan was frantically shaking the dragonbourne, tears streaking down his
face as he called out to his friend.
“come on lad, wake up”
Targa woke grabbing the hafling by the throat in fear, his eye wide as he
struggled to focus against the light. He searched for the shadow only releasing
his grip when the hafling punched him with what strength he could muster.
“Lorcan, I am sorry… I “
“ahh don’t worry about it” he gasped “bad dreams will do that
“dreams… yeah” the dragonbourne rubbed his arm wincing when connecting with
where the figure had touched him.
“right laddie, we need to get you back to the house and get some rest, now
can you walk?”
“I… I think so”
“great now you can carry me” the two friends laughed, the wind blew cold and
the halfling shivered.
“bbrrr, let’s go quick eh, there is a storm brewing by the feels of it”
Slowly they walked back to the house, Targa raised his hand in greeting to
the others all of whom where now dancing around the hallway as he headed inside.
Ravana leaned against the wall, a smirk on her face, Targa glanced around the
“Aidene?” he asked
“uh no way Mr, you need to rest” she said
“but I need to see her, is she ok? What happened?” he was speaking so fast
it almost sounded like a ramble.
She placed the back of her hand on his forehead her eyes narrowed.
“you are burning up, you need to rest…. No Targa not another word, there
will be plenty of time for stories. For now go to bed and rest.
The halfling placed his arm around the dragonbourne pulling him towards his room,
“women eh lad, save their lives or take revenge on someone for thum and look
what thanks you get. There is no arguing with them really, think they know
everything they do…..”
“I heard that Lorcan”
“ye were meant to dear….”
“Lorcan, please tell me you are not upsetting Ravana” Nereida was looking
over the halflings shoulder at the dwarf, who was tapping her foot a defiant hand
on her hip.
“well… you see…. She… aw hell Sorry Ravana”
The halfling shrugged at dragonbourne who holding back a laugh.
“it’s not funny ye know…. Ouch move it ya big lout you heard the lady to bed