Tolanda was just lying in her bed staring up at the ceiling, she had hardly slept since she was attacked by what seemed likely to be Setka’Sier. She had felt a cold chill running down her spine every time she closed her eyes fearful that she might get sucked back into the realm where Setka’Sier could get to her. She felt a deep and heavy sorrow about the curse she seemed to have placed upon her. In what way would her children be cursed? She could not let this ruin her life. She had to continue but she felt powerless and paralysed by fear of what might happen. Tears started to roll from her eyes and down onto her pillow creating wet patches. Now they had started it did not seem they would stop falling. It was a constant stream of sorrow flowing from her eyes, she was so fed up of bad things
