Rogue

8:

The cave was damp and cold. A waterfall could be heard in the background--any closer and the sound would be deafening. Water lapped at the rocky shore of the cave, rebounding off the small cliffs jutting from cave walls.

Sitting on one of these small cliffs was a woman who looked for all she was worth as if she wore sitting upon an elegant throne. She was a beautiful woman with smooth brown skin, wildly curly black hair, and eyes the color of the moon. Her demeanor was of the elite, her aura heavy and suffocating. Her eyes were icicles, set in a face that could have been carved from stone. This was a woman that with one look even the foolish of men knew she was not one to be fucked with.

A staccato of footsteps resounded in the cave, bringing the woman's attention to the approaching man. He was just as beautiful as the woman with a tall and slender body, skin as dark as sin covered in white etchings, and hair as white and as straight as bone. A thick, white blindfold covered his eyes and forehead, though it did not seem to hinder him as he stopped directly in front of the woman and bowed lowly.

"My lady." His slow, deep voice filled the cave easily. "I have Seen."

The woman's chin rose as she regarded the man with newfound interest. "What did you See?"

"The vessel is doing exactly as you said he would. He will be returning. I have Seen that things will go exactly as you wish."

A sadistic smile spread across the woman's face. "Excellent. I will have what is mine soon enough. Leave me, Sicile. I have much to do."

"Yes, my lady." Sicile bowed once more before walking away.

He headed towards the waterfall, raising his hand as he neared the water. Slowly the water began to part and Sicile stepped out, leaping across boulders jutting out of the river below until he touched forest floor. Then he was running, weaving through the trees with ease. Soon he reached a small hut. It was barren inside save for a small bed and a chest. Sicile sat on the bed and sighed heavily.

"Robin..." He said lowly. "You're our only hope. Don't let her win. Please. Save us all."

I woke with a gasp, shooting straight up. Reese stared at me with wide eyes, his hand outstretched towards me. I looked around wildly, my breaths coming out in harsh pants. Without saying a word to Reese, I scrambled up and ran out of my room, mind only on getting to my children.

They were sound asleep when I entered, but not a moment after Ryder snapped awake. His eyes locked with mines in the darkness and we scrambled towards each other, meeting halfway. I fell to my knees, not even caring when they scrapped on the rock, and hugged Ryder tightly to me.

"What's wrong, mum?" He whispered, his tiny hands touching my face. It was then that I realized I was shivering.

"I..." No words could come to mind to explain what I was feeling. It was an irrational fear--there was nothing remotely scary about the vision.