A soft hand shook Claskan. He snatched the person before him and pinned them to the bed. His eyes opened and before him lay a frightened Carina. The sheer look of panic that filled her face caused him to immediately recoil.
“What are you doing here?” He asked, still trying to recover from the strange nightmare that filled his mind.
“You were thrashing about.” She said shaking as she moved toward the outer edges of his bed.
“I was dreaming. Strange dreams.” He replied to her. “Some from my own past, others fiction that my mind created.” He tried to convince himself this was true. If the dreams were anything but fiction, what did they mean?
“I’m glad you’re okay and sorry to have disturbed you.” She said.
“I’m sorry. I was dreaming that someone ran me through with a sword.” He said, tho
