This particular post is in no way related to the previous post about Ailyssa. Her life is varied and vast. ::grins:: Not to mention her many incaranations of life. Different place, different story. Since she IS my favorite character to play, having her ‘re-created’ to play somewhere is good for me.
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It was the same dream, night after night. Well, almost night after night. Some nights, she was spared from the dreams. But it was a rare night that it happened. Which made her dread going to bed at all. She often laid awake at nights, curled around John, just staring into the darkness. She knew she needed to let go, but it still bothered her.
That night at the plant. Watching everyone die. It killed her a little every night to watch it. No matter what she did – everyone still died. While no one was actually dead, the experience haunted her. She had done her best and it hadn’t been good enough. Eric had been lost. Raven and her children had succumbed. Even John, fighting his hardest, had been overwhelmed. And her actions had meant nothing. Nothing at all.
She would pace, many nights, brooding over the events, trying to find some way to change things. She was trying to let go. At least, she thought she was. She tired. So very tired of it all. What else could she do? Sleep was necessary.
But then came the dreams – of watching those nearest to her die a horrible death . . .