Aelin was on a war-path. She had awoken from a nightmare last night in a cold sweat. Nightmares were usually common in demigods, but her mother had shown her spells that protected her thoughts and emotions to prevent them. The spell was a safeguard against negative forces or feelings that plagued most of the others like her. The spell wasn't perfect, but it was almost impossible to get by. She could count on one hand the number of bad dreams that she had ever had. Last night had added another number to that list. She had seen her father die, and it hadn't been enough to have a monster take him from her. No, the death had been gruesome and cruel. She hadn't been able to help nor prevent it. Her magic had been rendered useless and her sword skills were nothing compared to the drakon that had laughed at her failed attempts to save her father's life.
She had woken up with tears running down her face and had done the only thing that she knew to do: ran for her mother. Aelin hadn't even slipped her shoes on before she bended the mist to her will, hiding her form, and running out of the barrack doors. It was late in the night, which eased her senses just a bit. The darkness had always been her mother's favorite realm. She ran until she came to a spot where the roads forked off. One side to go to the stables, one side leading to the field of Mars, and the other straight ahead to New Rome. Aelin sat down, right in the middle of the crossroads and closed her eyes.
She took three minutes to calm her senses, focus her breathing, and reach out to her mother. The goddess didn't appear to her physically, but she saw her as clear as day in her mind. The mystical figure of darkness and magic had soothed her in as little as five words: it was only a dream. Aelin had almost collapsed from relief. Thankful that it had indeed been a nightmare and not a prophetic image of things to come. She didn't remember telling her mother bye, or even how long the goddess had spoken to her. The only thing she could recall when she woke up, still sitting in the middle of the road, was the image of one of her cohort legionnaires. A child of a sleep god if she was remembering correctly.
The idea of one of her fellow legionnaires deliberately causing nightmares in her sleep had been enough to make her blood run hot. She had stalked to their barracks, but he hadn't been there. So she had showered, changed, and asked around until she got his location: the field of Mars. She had all but stomped off in the direction, not bothering to say hello or let any distractions bother her. Her eyes set upon the field, scanning everything that moved. Her eyes locked on him, and she didn't relent until she was about twenty feet away. In one smooth motion of her hand, he was hoisted into the air, snagged by one foot and held aloft, almost as if he had stepped on a trip-line. He was a mere 12 feet in the air. Not enough to mortally wound him, if her magic failed, but certainly enough to break a bone or two.
She calmly crossed her arms across her chest and regarded him, "Would you like to beg for mercy or would you rather take your chances and let the first cohort use you as a pinata?"
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