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[Dan]

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He held his kryss back in his arm, pointing the tip towards the pinned woman's neck up on the wall,
as his other arm held her by the shoulder...

......a hateful glare in his eye, the same fire from so long ago......

.........and the scream, the scream of his sanity behind him...

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Suddenly he arose from his slumber, startled by his the horrid images that drifted through his mind. "What could they mean?", he muttered to himself. Synful, his beloved, slowly shifted under the covers, but did not wake. He looked down to her, so peaceful in her state, and simply laid his head back to the cushion. It was akward, feeling this way so late at night, and while he knew better then to worry after all the troubles and perils he had went through a year before, there they were...

Turning his head to its side, he looked at the red kryss in its sheath, hanging on the wall. Zyron, as he recalled, was what it had called itself...

...and with that thought, he drew the covers over himself and rested his worries for the night.