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[aulbrey]

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sweat poured down her brow as she lay there shaking, slowly reaching over for her flask only for it not to be there. Aulbrey was beginning to lose her edge that she so desperately held on to for such a long time. The life blood her very life line to her sanity was unknowingly being ripped from her soul. A moment later she found herself in a dark room deep below the surface, rows upon rows of racks with empty bottles filled them. Looking as far as she could see each bottle covered in dust not a single sign of wine was found. Calling out only echoes were heard in return. Was this her future was this of her own doing



Sitting up awake she looked over to see flair still asleep, Aulbrey slipped out of the bed and began pacing back and forth quietly. a tear began to form as she placed her hands over her belly. the dreams were coming more frequently now with each one they seemed to tell a new story of days to come. "I must hear the rest of this so called prophecy or ill never get a good nights sleep" she whispered to herself quietly. Aulbrey spent the rest of the night sitting staring out of the window with tears running down her face.