Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24296957-20140301210623/@comment-7838080-20140801192229

Aria dreamed very pleasant dreams, unvisited by the presence of nightmares in her sleep. Deryn, however, was a much different story than the Jager heiress. The falcon's mind was a broiling with turmoil, and it wasn't the nightmare of putting the barrel to the man's forehead and pulling the trigger. It was something else...something that she hoped never visited her for a while. She looked at the town she was raised in, and it wasn't the usual happy look to it.

It looked like something out of hell. There were crowds rioting, and more importantly, there was a face that she was familar with, and she felt that guilt again. It was her friend, Morela, and the nightmare kept her from doing anything as a lynch mob came after her friend, beating her for trying to stop them from killing someone who was their neighbor.

And the face that haunted her the most was the look of not just hurt...it was also betrayal.

''Why...why weren't you there to help me? Why did you allow them to hurt me? Why...? ''

Deryn cowered in her dream, wanting the nightmare to end.

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The falcon woke up from the dream in a cold sweat, her eyes wide with fear, and guilt.

''I'm sorry, Morela. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...''