She had to know. Something stirred. It was there just past her grasp. Her uneasiness had been growing over the last several nights. She had dismissed the insomnia to her mundane world, a boring routine in a normal life. Not at all like the old days.
Lavender blood.
She could still smell it. It followed her.
By all rights, it should have remained there, in the land of dreams. She turned from the window and surveyed the room her eyes focused and steady. Her gaze was useless. Nothing stood revealed.
She hesitated. Once again, she turned to the night sky and shuddered. The chaos swirled in eddies of red and purple with flashes of burning emptiness. “Indeed,” she thought to herself. She steadied herself with two hands on the back of the chair beside her.
With measured steps, she left the churning clouds behind her and escalated up the stairwell. “Determination will only get you so far…” echoed a memory. “…and desire only brings trouble. Careful when you mix the two.” She could almost hear her mentor whispering the admonishment across time. It had been so long ago. The time of fancies and dalliances was at an end.
Past the darkness of her bedroom chamber door, she skirted to the armoire on the far end of the room, bordered by a pair of long windows. From the bottom drawer, she reached in and opened a hidden panel, the cedar creaked its reluctance as if trying to deny her passage. She would know.
Her resolve focused, she found the soothing leather feel. The old familiar feeling had long been denied as her fingers danced across its long narrow body. Gingerly at first, she noted the edges of the box with both hands. Slowly, she pulled it out of the bottom drawer and set it upon the nearby bed.
She traced her finger on the knotted design. As if from some deep slumber, the power awakened and the click of the clasp resounded, thunderous in its own right. She began a small prayer and began lifting the lid. Her pitch and rhythm grew by the time she grasped the hilt. The prayer-now-chant stood out from the dissonant chaos in the outside maelstrom. The cascade fever was rising. The moonlight broke through the chaos at the crescendo peaked, cold forged steel glinting of silver light. And with that, the blade began its downward arc.
It came again. The sweet scent of lavender assailed her senses blinding her from the outside world. She couldn't resist taking a deeper breath. She could have sworn she heard...rain? It didn't matter she could feel the Rapture approaching and she would know.
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