"I love you my darling. But my place is with your father. Go, now. Bryce stop fidgeting! Erryn, GO! NOW!"
"But I... mother!" Erryn felt Duncan's hand on her shoulder, telling her it was time. Tears streamed down her face. "Mother, no, no, no, no, no..." But it was too late. The door to the larder smashed open and Howe's men rushed inside. The Tyrna had no time to ready her bow before they were on her, the first one slamming a spear into her stomach. She spat blood as she tried to clutch at it, trying to speak. The next man rushed straight for Bryce, raised his mace and brought it slamming down.
"NO!" Erryn yelled as she woke. She was in her tent, the light canvas beginning to illuminate from the morning sun. She allowed herself to break down for a moment, tears rushing down her cheeks. More dreams. Between this and the damned blight she never got any rest. She would gladly dream of Archdemons every night if it meant she never had to have that dream again. The night was not so merciful.