Leaving - Part 2 |
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Chapter 1 |
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| I walk down to the dining hall Rushton stumbling along behind me, slowly pulling himself together. In truth I am almost as shaken as he. I am worried about what he has told me; his dreams were too close to the truth of my quest for comfort, and the voice... it sounds like Atthis is meddling again. But there is more to it than that. I think back to my own dreams the night before. Going to bed I felt tired and out of sorts, it had been one of those days again. They had been coming more often recently. Days when I felt the knowledge of my approaching quest coming between me and those I love, cutting me off, separating me until I see the world through glass walls. At the same time, I am in a frenzy. Needing to finish everything while I can; and imprinting people, places, sights, sounds and smells in my memory, storing them up for when I must leave. That time is coming closer, it will not be long now. And as much as I resist, much as I cling to what I have, I am looking forward to finally getting it over and done with, finally finishing what I set out to do, so long ago. I realise again the truth of the saying, ‘The waiting is worse than the battle’. Gradually, my whirling thoughts slow, my mind sinking into sleep. |
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