***
Coatleque found herself gliding across the sands of Thanalan once more. In the distance, the city-line of Ul'dah stood out against the horizon.
As she passed by the city, she brought with her a single rose. Throngs of people began to flank her on either side. Pointing fingers, throwing accusations against the rose. Occasionally someone would burst forth and attempt to pluck a petal from the flower. She turned each way, trying in vain to keep it out of their reach - even going so far as to place herself between it and them, taking their ire upon herself. Despite her best efforts, neither of them passed through unscathed.
As the city faded into the distance it began to snow. The rose, now wilted with most of its petals gone lept from her hands and glowed brightly. She held her hands up to peer at it through her fingers despite the blinding light. As it faded away there was a figure left in it's place. A familiar figure in shimmering white, laying in the snow. She called to him in a silent scream, pleading with him to "Get up!". But he was out of her reach.
As she cried out, dark figures rose from the ground on all sides. They pressed in against her with grasping hands aiming to bind her. She struggled, kicked, tried to resist. The more she tried, the harder they pulled. She saw herself being pulled away from the figure and city both in yet another direction. Her pleas of "Get Up" turned to cries of "Help me!", though the one in white was unable to come to her aid.
She found herself laying backwards, held down by the dark figures as they bound her arms and legs. Before her rose a final image. A colossal warrior made of Obsidian. The warrior drew an axe and glared at her with mixed emotions. Anger, vengeance, sorrow. The axe flashed as it descended towards her.
***
Coatleque sat up screaming "NO!"...
She looked around her room in a cold sweat, taking a moment to realize she was in fact still alive. It was another dream. She turned and let her feet dangle off the side of the bed, cradling her head in her hands. She would have no further sleep this night...
Coatleque found herself gliding across the sands of Thanalan once more. In the distance, the city-line of Ul'dah stood out against the horizon.
As she passed by the city, she brought with her a single rose. Throngs of people began to flank her on either side. Pointing fingers, throwing accusations against the rose. Occasionally someone would burst forth and attempt to pluck a petal from the flower. She turned each way, trying in vain to keep it out of their reach - even going so far as to place herself between it and them, taking their ire upon herself. Despite her best efforts, neither of them passed through unscathed.
As the city faded into the distance it began to snow. The rose, now wilted with most of its petals gone lept from her hands and glowed brightly. She held her hands up to peer at it through her fingers despite the blinding light. As it faded away there was a figure left in it's place. A familiar figure in shimmering white, laying in the snow. She called to him in a silent scream, pleading with him to "Get up!". But he was out of her reach.
As she cried out, dark figures rose from the ground on all sides. They pressed in against her with grasping hands aiming to bind her. She struggled, kicked, tried to resist. The more she tried, the harder they pulled. She saw herself being pulled away from the figure and city both in yet another direction. Her pleas of "Get Up" turned to cries of "Help me!", though the one in white was unable to come to her aid.
She found herself laying backwards, held down by the dark figures as they bound her arms and legs. Before her rose a final image. A colossal warrior made of Obsidian. The warrior drew an axe and glared at her with mixed emotions. Anger, vengeance, sorrow. The axe flashed as it descended towards her.
***
Coatleque sat up screaming "NO!"...
She looked around her room in a cold sweat, taking a moment to realize she was in fact still alive. It was another dream. She turned and let her feet dangle off the side of the bed, cradling her head in her hands. She would have no further sleep this night...
