- Messages
- 1,007
- OOC First Name
- Kaitlyn
- Wand
- Birch Wand 14 1/4" Essence of Dragonstone
- Age
- 5/1984
Just moments ago, Aleyha managed to shove Cecily down the stairs of their home, and now, Prodan was waiting because they rushed Cecily in and had not let him know a single thing. He hated healers sometimes. Why could he not be in there with his wife? This was torture! Austin and Aleyha were in the waiting room, and Aleyha had this dark, evil aura about her that freaked out Prodan. Austin was the only one that Prodan could trust with Aleyha right now. Even then, they were kept under watch. Prodan paced back and forth, back and forth, waiting for something. Anything. However, tears rolled down his eyes. He heard something that made him sink into a chair outside in the hallway, bury his hands over his face. This was a nightmare. Prodan's nightmare. He wanted it to end, and it was so bad, he couldn't wake up from it. The words that the healers shouted and Prodan could hear repeated in his mind and heart were:
"We are losing them! We are losing them!"
"We are losing them! We are losing them!"