Would it never end?
She screamed and sat up.
Kyra’s anxious face was beside her, her comforting arms around her.
The kindly, grey haired healing priest, Vann, was behind her mother.
She could smell herbs burning in the brazier.
Fully awake now, she looked with wide and frightened eyes around her. She had killed a living thing, an innocent gentle animal she loved, and she could hear Groth’s laughter like thunder over distant mountains.
She looked down at herself. The blood was gone. She had been bathed in sweet smelling water and dressed in fresh robes.
But the questioning eyes of the dying creature were still with her.
Why had she done it?
Kyra stroked her head and the girl pulled away from her.
If her mother only knew...?
‘I know,’ Kyra said gently. ‘The body of the kid was fou
