Zellira shuddered, opening her eyes slowly and groaning. She saw a crossroad...and a body...and... she remembered. Killanrie neighed softly as I shifted on her back. My wounds were scabbing. I whispered to Killanrie. Back to the killing field. I had to find Ristina and Mekoa. There was no other place for me now.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I dozed for hours, my head lolling uselessly on my shoulders. The world seemed to be a dream, things I did and people I saw all passing in a haze before I even knew I was awake. The land passed before me like a hazy nightmare, twisted shadows coming out to pull at me and jeer at me. I slapped at one who was trying to pull me off Killanrie, stabbed another who screamed profanities at me and shrieked when one ran a shimmering sword through my gut. I winced as I fell of Killanrie. Every spirit disappeared, and I realized why Killanrie hadn't reacted all this time. They weren't real. What was happening to me?</span>