It’s becoming so hard to keep focused… to think…
Even sometimes recognizing the face of a friend needs all the energy left within me…
It’s like I’m standing behind tulle curtains and everything seems blurred. Only the dancing flames before my eyes are clear. And music… still I can follow my way back to reality with music… sometimes.. not always…
This time it was Isilmewen calling me to present…. A glint of hope forces me to remember where she has been…
Duillond… I remember… But why?
My memories are slipping away and I’m hearing that she is telling me something about search for a cure… No.. there is no cure… in the darkness the voice told me… I know..
And now she is telling me that she has failed…
I feel like drowning back to the mists of my mind…
“Stupid Child!”
Her own voice lifted the mist wrapping her thoughts. Looked at her hands reached ahead like… like grabbing something…
“Fui! No…”
Reiven ran down to the first floor and stunned before the laying body of Fui. Isilmewen and Volina was already there with many of the others.
She saw blood… Fui’s blood…
Isilmewen said something but Reiven unable to understand… She was standing still trying hard to remember if her hands reached out to catch or..
… to push…
