<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/1f/23/4d/1f234df57fca4f3d4c838f7e7aa53378--fantasy-rpg-fantasy-women.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><strong>Temerity</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=288301.msg14166251#msg14166251)</div></div>Temerity was a little uneasy getting to sleep so close to the body of the prince, but as she felt like she had grown closer to the others, and their presence reassured her. She had finally fallen asleep, laying on the cold ground, as she often had as a child.<br/><br/>There was a short, soft, devilish cackle. She saw a bright sunlit image. That of a farmhouse peacefully sitting in a field of crops. The wheat and grass in the fields swayed back and forth calmly in the cool breeze. Temerity found herself sitting atop a hill overlooking the scene. She was filled with a sense of fulfilment. As Temerity stood and watched the scene, taking in it’s serenity, the wheat and grass began to push and pull more greatly in the breeze. They flora began to BILLOW and seemed to grow. The sun dimmed and the farmhouse and crops became dark silhouettes. The crops thrashed in the ever-growing breeze. Through the darkness, she could perceive naught but a shaking mass of darkness as even the farmhouse became imperceivable. Quietly there began the sound of infernal whispers. The violent silhouette began to take the form of a raging fire. She tried escaping, but her body was stiff and unmoving. Suddenly, a terribly incandescent brightness shone from the fire and the infernal whispers grew into horrific chants. Before she could manage to scream there was nothing. Only darkness remained as she drifted back into her sleep.<br/>