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Tatiana woke up screaming, then sobbed in relief when she realized she was not at the Orcs' fort. She sat up in bed and cried for a bit. Her hands were shaking. The terror of the last night would not leave her; orcs dragging her off to their fort; that nasty Tir'og punching her belly; all the other prods and slaps; but, that shaman orc was scariest of all. She shuddered and sobbed a bit more at the memories; that horrid magical snake and. . . . . and it disappeared inside HER! She shuddered again.
She had told Miss Ditto, who promptly went to the orcs and asked them about it. She was so brave to go there alone. Miss Ditto came back and told her that the orcs said it would not hurt her or her baby. She would be okay.
Tatiana wiped at her tears and squared her shoulders. Then shrank back against the pillows and sobbed more. "Oh, Beowulf, I need you so." The dreams would not end at night, over and over, Beowulf fighting constantly with foul looking things. Nothing Mr. Poet gave her would help. She was hoping that soon Ultima would find a few answers for her. Tatiana knew she needed her sleep, for the health of her baby. But it was so hard when THEY kept coming, the nightmares. And now, terrors during the day.
Wiping her eyes again, she sat up and realized she was hungry. That had been the best thing; at least her appetite had finally returned. Ever since her return from the orcs, she couldn't seem to stop eating. And her clothes! Goodness, she was going to have to do a lot of sewing. Nothing fit anymore. She reached over to the side of the bed and polished off two apples and smiled a bit as she felt her baby kick. Rubbing her belly lightly she smiled and said "Yes, Nikolas, I knew you were hungry. You can stop kicking me now." Tatiana knew she would get no more sleep tonight. She dressed quickly and sat about to sew a few more things. . . . .
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aka: Tatiana Thorn nee Alexi; Summer Kane; Ivory Skyfire; and others