Sophie vaguely recalled the man with the swords. A blur of images intermingled with her senses like a cloudy diorama. Her love knew the man, trusted him. The visions showed this. She decided then that she would trust him as well. The man had shown that her love was in danger.
Her name? What was the girl’s name?
The sooty clouds imprisoned the girl. She didn’t trust them. They told her things about the girl. Sophie didn’t like the things.
Memories sparked through her consciousness—sensations of loving the girl. This she knew. And utterly striking—so beautiful. Angst seeped through her defenses, knowing she couldn’t hold or share words with her love. Why? Rage swelled. The world blazing past her took on a red tinge.
I must stay with the man. He will take me to her. At least, that is wha
