End of the day

[Jonel]

Smiling as she enters her bed chambers, she recalls the events of the day. Foremost in her thoughts is Mer's performance on their task and the end of his days as an apprentice, right behind that is the screams of the traitor Basil, and finally of the task she had been set. As she smiles at each thought she sits on the edge of her bed and scratches Boch between the ears, half listening to his purring, before removing her boots and tucking them under the bed. Nodding to herself she begins to unstrap the leather armor she wears most of the time now, letting it hit the floor she removes her hooded cloak and drops it on top of her armor. Moving away from her armor towards her night stand she removes the rings she wears and places them into the drawer. With the rings put away the only item she still has on is an amulet, tentatively touching the amulet she whispers a silent prayer in a sad yet hopeful voice, " Bane protect him." With her prayer done she slips between the sheets of her welcoming bed and rolls onto her side and slowly drifts off to what she hopes is a dreamless Sleep.

Boch who had watched and listened to her stood and hopped off the bed as soon as her breathing became even. Sauntering to the door he waited patiently for the door to be opened by the servants of the temple. When they do he quickly escapes and starts the journey he takes a few times a week to check on the one she prays for.

[Jonel]

As she sleeps sweet dreams turn to horrid nightmares.

She feels happy, content as she lies in a forest clearing, the grass soft beneath her back. The man of her heart leaning over her, smiling down at her. He brushes a lock of hair away from her face and then cups her cheek with all the tenderness in the world. Looking into his eyes she only sees the love he has for her, not the hatred she believes she deserves. As he leans down to kiss her she closes her eyes, as soon as her eyes close lightning flashes and thunder roars.

Quickly opening her eyes she finds herself bound to a stake twice her size, not in the clearing she was in previously. Confused she looks around to find wood piled around her, right up to her bare feet. Slowly she realizes there is a crowd around her, as she scans the crowd she begins to recognize some of the faces. One of them belonging to the one she almost called sister, another to the only human she thought of as family, and the last belonging to the man of her heart. He was holding the Blonde paladin of Arvoreen as he once held her. All the faces in the crowd all shared the same look of a hatred that if possible would have killed her ten times over.

After a few minutes of the crowd Leering at her a single woman, one with short flame like hair, stepped forward bearing a torch. When the woman was three feet from the wood she stared at the bound woman for a few moments with a hatred that was more intense then the rest of the crowd's. Speaking a single word the woman tossed the torch onto the wood, burn. The torch sputtered for a moment before catching the wood aflame. Once the fire started it spread as if assisted by magic. As the fire closed in on her she could feel the heat assail her body. The faces in the crowd looking on smiled as she began to scream.

As the flames licked her flesh she let out a blood curdling scream of pain.

At that moment she awakes sitting straight up still screaming. Slowly calming down she looks around realizing it was only a nightmare. As she lay back down on her side she takes a few deep breaths and attemts to sleep. She doesn't notice the blackened stones around her bed or the scorch marks on the ceiling.