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I’ve been running for so long in the winding caves and corridors that they all look the same. Every wall seems alike, every archway familiar and every damned cave a repetition of the last. The ancient stone seem untouched by man, only formed by the dripping of cold water and the passage of time. My ears hear nothing but the tapping of my bare feet on the sharp stone and the pounding of my heart as it fights to keep me moving. Then suddenly light caresses my eyes. I don’t know how I was able to see in the looming darkness before but now I’m drawn towards the flickering candlelight like a moth. The room seems impossibly big compared to the narrow stone passages and even in this distorted form I recognize my bedchamber. My mind embraces the familiarity with open arms; finding pleasure in the aging woodwork and thatched roof overhead. The simple earthen floor feels like heavenly clouds compared to the sharp rocks of the cavern floor as I walk towards the bed. Sleep, I need sleep. But my bed is not empty, she is lying there. [[Lady]] Dwyns face has turned into a grotesque mask of suffering, not soothed by the touch of death. Her delicate hands are gripping the linen sheets and the entire room now reeks of blood and tears. She looks just like when I saw her for the last time. Just before the crying midwife presented me with my screaming son. Desperately I turn around looking for the exit, for anything is better than this. Anything, even [[The Cold|the cold]] caverns and the eternal flight through the endless corridors. But the opening it is gone, closed without a trace. ‘’Why do you do this? Why do you show me this!?’’ My voice echoes strangely between the walls and a moment later I wish I never asked. The voice is soft at first but soon becomes clearer and hoarser: <poem>‘’He takes what he wants With smiling lies He takes what he wants And someone dies’’</poem> Terror fills my heart as a decayed arm emerges from the darkness underneath the bed and slowly a figure crawls out. Lips that are not supposed to carry anymore songs or rhyme sing to me, filling my heart with fear. She, no It, crawls out from under the bed; the brown hair in disarray and her smooth skin crumbling, a corpse brought back from the past to torment me further. [[Lady]] Sian stands up and gazes towards me with glazed eyes only her broken lips moving in the dead face. Her eyes don’t leave mine as she reaches down and help [[Lady]] [[Dwyn]] stand up, their voices joining as they stare at me. I recoil, pressing myself against the unyielding planks of the wall as my two bloodied wives walk toward me. <poem>‘’He takes what he wants With smiling lies He takes what he wants And someone dies’’</poem> I cry, I scream, I pray but they just walk; corpses still dripping with blood from birthing my offspring. ‘‘SIN [[Maelgwyn]]! Sin brought you here!’’ [[Uriens]] voice shakes the entire room and for a moment drown out the chanting. His hand explodes out of the dirt and holds me firm as my wives reach out for me. I can’t move. Their nails dig into my arms as I try to fend them of and their voices screech in my ears. <poem>‘’A knight so noble, strong and right With appetites to match his might With gore and [[glory]] in his bed His penis rules a rancid head’’</poem> I awake with a scream; my mouth dry from shouting and my arms still flailing against my wives clawing arms. ‘’My lord!’’ Cynstens voice calms me and as I meet his worried gaze my muscle slowly start to relax. ‘’Are you all right?’’ Warm blood is dripping from my arms and as I look around in the dimlight of my hall the entire household is awake and staring at me. The men look bewildered and confused while the women clutch their children and whisper among each other. ‘’No Cynsten. They came to me in my dream. They all came to me!’’ Wrapping my arms around myself I feel no pain from my gashed arms, my mind still focused on the terrible dream. ‘’I need to right my wrongs. I need to act before it’s too late. I need to visit my brother’’ Raising from the bed I start to dress myself. ‘’My lord it’s the middle of the night and…’’ My glare leaves no more room for discussion. Devin, my squire, has prepared my horse but I will not need it. I will walk to my brother and ask for his forgiveness. I shall walk barefoot in falling rain to seek my atonement. During the hours that pass I can only think of the dream and the sins I’ve committed. How I’ve turned my brother against me and wronged so many. How I’m becoming like my father; carving a life out of lies and greed. How I loved my dowry more than my wives. How I never listen to the lessons of Urien. Suddenly I see the lights from my brothers’ hall. Now I can only hope he forgives me. Hope that’s it’s not too late to atone. ''[Too be continued by [[:User:AshFall|AshFall]]''
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