Prayer Of The Refugee

Maria remained faithfully by Shadow’s side even as he slumbered. She too had fallen into sleep eventually, too exhausted to keep her eyes open any longer. Maria was in a fitful sleep, dreaming about her parents. The dream particularly took a bad turn as the warmth at her side faded. Maria whined softly in her dreams, running deeper into the blankness she just couldn’t seem to get out of. She was searching for her father, her mother... But they didn’t seem to be anywhere within. She was young once more... Lost... So hopefully lost.

Maria woke with a start as Shadow laid next to her once more. She glanced towards him ass he looked away, her heart racing a mile a minute in her chest. ‘That dream...’ The young woman stared at Shadow for a long moment, but still her worry did not cease. Did the dream mean something? Was it a warning perhaps? She flicked her ears back. She didn’t want to think negatively like this...

She had yet to notice the kill, a soft whine leaving her throat. “S-Shadow?” She hadn’t imagined him moving, right? Everything was going to be okay?