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[Temptation Waits]

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They had no warning, the orcs came and rushed the family. Her mother had enough time to hide her before she and her father were slaughtered viciously. Leaves crunched beneath feet mixed with orcish grunts as pots shattered from being hurled about. The clang of other items being tossed about the cave echoed and rang in her ears. The screams had stopped with strange gurgling noises, she knew her parents were dead.

Unable to move, frozen by fear, tears stained her cheeks as she sobbed in silence. She carefully peaked out from her spot still hidden by shadow and saw blood streaming her way and the auburn locks of her mother's hair spilled out on the cave floor. Her father's sword was a few feet from his lifeless hand. His once white shirt was now red with blood.

The nightmare awoke Tempt with a silent scream, her body shot straight up in bed. It took a few moments for her eyes to focus and realize she was safe and not back in the cave. Malic still slumbered, his breathing even and steady. Placing her face in her hands she cried, wondering what made the vile images return.

Her mind raced through the events of the day, and she remembered asking Malic if he had any luck researching her family's past. Was that it? Could something so simple bring this back to haunt her? Her head pounded trying to figure it out. Malic rolled over and she prayed he did not wake. He was bruised and exhausted from battle earlier that evening and needed his rest.

To relax her nerves she decided a bath would be a good idea and quietly got out of bed to the tub. The water was warm and should make her feel better. Removing her kimono she sank in the tub and closed her eyes for a few moments. When her heart finally stopped racing she decided to wash the tears from her face. She froze in the tub as her eyes focused on her forearm. There was a large inexplicable gash, that was not there when she went to bed. It was bleeding rather badly and the sight horrified her, she could not help but scream in terror...
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"Three can keep a secret if two of them are dead."
Benjamin Franklin

[Malic M'real]

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Malic sprung to his feet and lunged for his sword, hearing the scream. "Tempt!" he exclaimed, "what is wrong?" He ran to her side by the tub. "What has happened? What have you done? Why?"

Malic immediately began dressing the wound. He could not help but wonder what happened and wonder if she did it to herself or not. But how would she be assaulted in their home with noone else there. It made no sense to him and he could not even begin to guess. She just sat there silently watching him dress the gash in her arm.

"Tempt, you must tell me what happened. Otherwise i cannot help you."

He finished the bandage and carried her back to bed. He sat by her side waiting for her to speak. She drifted off and he sat keeping watch over her all night.
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The Light of Virtue Shines Through All Darkness
Earl Malic M'real-Skyfire
Lord Chancellor
Governor-Regent of Sanctus
Earl of Sanctus- Steward of the Sanctan Throne
Justice Paladin of the Holy Paladin Council

[Temptation Waits]

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It was early when she awoke to Malic watching over her. She smiled, but saw the worry in his face and knew he needed an explanation. She dressed and motioned him to the table. he sat across from her as she told him in detail of her nightmares. They both thought they had stopped, but from what she described, they had not.

She continued to explain that the cuts would appear from nowhere on her hands, neck and arms. She would awake with them like this one. Their origin was unknown, and she had no idea what inflicted them. His face was without expression as she waited for a response. She knew no one could get in the abbey, and she does not sleep with anything that could inflict any harm upon herself.

These dreams an unexplained cuts had followed her for years with no remedy, and she only spoke of them once before. Perhaps it was time to seek divine aid, there was no way for her to keep hiding them. Her fear of the past and the unknown, was something she could not run from anymore. It was evident the dreams and the wounds were related, but how? They agreed it may be a good idea to consult Ivory about them...
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"Three can keep a secret if two of them are dead."
Benjamin Franklin