Kaia slept fitfully that night, horrifying dreams filled with raging fires and screaming women tormented her, causing her to wake every couple hours. One particularly nasty dream where a man wearing the Creesan sigil across his chest, loomed over her, with an evil smile on his face as he advances caused her to wake with a start, sitting bolt upright. She looked for Zahir, the darkness of the night pressed in and the fire had burned low, but she could still make out the dark form laying flat on the soft grass a few feet from her. She could not tell if he was awake or asleep, his breathing was quiet and even. Getting her own gasping breath under control she laid back down, curling herself into a ball and desperately tries to get some more sleep. Kaia shivered and she did not know if i
