No future plans to finish.
“Listen to me, Yllithia.” Lithriel’s voice was low as he quickly surveyed the darkness around the two.
Yllithia opened her eyes, seeing her father crouched over her. She almost hadn’t heard him, his voice pulling her out of a dream. Her forehead bunched trying to recall the dream, it was of her mother, she remembered that much, what had her mother been saying right before she heard the voice. ‘Listen to me. You need to open your eyes.’ Was it her father’s voice she had heard then? Her eyes were open now, looking at Lithriel’s solemn face, made ever darker by the cloudy night sky.
“I saw her, Papa. She was in my dr-“
“Not now. Listen and don’t speak.” His voice commanding even though barely above a whisper. Yllithia nodded, obeying his words.
“I need you to get up.” He was close to her make-shift bed, blankets she had thrown together while they were traveling. She sat up, now only inches away from him.
“What is it Father?” Lithriel’s eyes narrowed looking to the west, the right side of where they had made camp. He pushed her bag that Ylli had laid by her bed onto her.
“Take this. You remember where the chapel was that we passed a few days ago?”
Yllithia nodded again, a knot forming in her stomach.
“Go there.”
“But why, Dad? Is something the matter?” Her eyes shot around the dark camp, everything looked calm, asleep, it was silent, not even the maggots seemed to burrow now.
“Do as I say. Now.”
Yllithia shoved the bag off her lap, biting her tongue. She hated when he’d not offer answers, and being woke in the middle of the night and directed to march off to some church in the middle of no where with no reason caused her anger to burn brighter.
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