Out of Practice - pt 4'Aedmar... Aedmar, wake up!'Out of Practice - pt 4 by Norroen-Stjarna
As a bony male hand grasps his shoulder and gives him a small but very urgent shake, he opens his eyes instinctively - though these days, it hardly makes any difference whether they are closed or not. As always, when the darkness all around him fails to dissolve, he feels his heart sink - no, not sink; plummet into nothingness, like a stone tossed down a well, echoing through his empty chest.
He dreamt he was in Alinor again, walking along a narrow strip of soft white sand, with deep, richly turquoise waters slumbering on both sides. And overhead was the sky, clear and so breathtakingly beautiful: pale-gold along the horizon, then melting into tender green, and then arching high above in a dome of purest blue. It all seemed so bright, so real - and, just as it had happened countless nights before, he almost believed that, by some inexplicable miracle, he had regained his sight again. But now it is time for an abrupt, bitter awakening - and in an agony of he