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Something not quite a scream nor a roar rent the air. Ellietta sat up in bed amid her sweat-drenched sheets, her limbs trembling, eyes wide. As she sat staring ahead, two homely faces hove into view. A man and a women, not quite elderly but past middle age. She struggled to focus on them as they hurried to her bedside.
"Was it another one of those nightmares honey?"
Asked the women, her voice filled with concern.
"It's not healthy, dear. It was about the Sirens again wasn't it?"
Asked the man's voice, sounding frustrated. Ellietta made no reply.
"Are you sure you wouldn't like me to remove those thoughts for you, sweetie?"
This suggestion seemed to snap the young woman back to the present and she fought to find her voice.
"I.. I.. n-no.. I-i'm f-fine dad."
The thought of him doing this seemed to frighten her perhaps more than the dream itself. Her parents continued to gaze at her, radiating concern. Composing herself with a deep breath, Ellietta gave them a gentle, calm smile.
"I'm alright now. I've got it back under control."
Her mother reached out a hand and put it upon Elllietta's.
"Are you sure you're alright?"
With another smile she grabbed her mother's hand with her other one.
"Yes, I'm alright now.. Really."
Her mother withdreew her hand and sighed.
"I hope these nightmares stop before your departure date."
Said her father. Reluctantly her parents left her room, closing the door behind them.
Ellietta relaxed with a sight and stared up at her ceiling. Strange feelings that she didn't quite recognize flitted through her memory. Shaking her head, she forced them out of her mind. Something as simple as just clearing her mind was getting increaingly harder while her magic was getting stronger. It didn't make any sense. A clouded mind usually made magic weaker for an empath. The feelings couldn't be anyone else's but her own. She always followed the proper 'thought disintigration' procedure. And it wasn't stress. Could it be stress? It had to be. Soon there would be others relying on her skills to stay alive. It was repressed stress, that's all. But... She wasn't going to be fighting.. Why were her dreams of war so vivid? And why was she doing the fighting? But what disturbed her most was... the feeling of euphoria she felt in these dreams every time one of her imaginary enemies would fall to the ground, either dead or horribly maimed..
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