Untitled Chapter Six

...Enira became very comfortable in her bed and snuggled down under the covers as far as possible, shivering with taught nerves. Thunder crashed again and she jumped, right into the bed posts behind her head. The impact brought tears to her eyes and a warm trickle rand down the back of her neck. Cursing the designer of the elegant, yet pointed, bed frame the Shada fumbles to the sink in the corner with a mirror above it. In the time before the next flash of lightnight the polished metal mirror stared back at her like liquid ebony. She touched it to find it solid and left a streak of sliding sparkles, her blood. The next flash was brief, only enough to show that her blood was green, and her eyes, and her...hair? The electricity of the storm jumped into her veins and the aprentic Healer resumed whimperin. Enira glanced at him and smiled in an almost motherly way. She realized then that the too was a dream. Lightning came again, and again, and again. Almost a dozen in a row as Enira stood transfixed by her image in the mirror...