Brann’s voice pulled me from my dream.

The cart had stopped.

I looked up to see Bryn; a serious scowl on his face then greeted him and listened to his words.

“Was there a man wearing a great hood riding with them?” I asked.

The three men looked at me each with their own reaction to my question.

“Yes.” said Bryn. “How did you know?”

Brann looked at me intently as he spoke to Bryn. “She has had a dream, my friend.”

Vaughn looked at me then at the ground slowly shaking his head.

“Who is he?" Bryn asked.

“I do not know him.” I answered. “He has visited my dreams twice now. I can say..” I continued, “He.. is dangerous.”

A visible shudder shook me as I spoke those last words. Things became hazy around me and the ground tilted toward me. I was grateful to feel Brann catch me up in his arms. I remembered another time these strong arms had saved me from a rude fall off a bar stool. I think I was smiling. It seemed so long ago. Endings and beginnings. Beginnings and endings. I floated into a great void of nothingness.