Like a stone

Hecate was getting some rest in a small pigeonhole that she had found the night prior as the delirium from being up too long had started to set in. Her slumber was far from peaceful but it was quite normal for her. Her nightmares seeped into her mind as flashbacks of her early life started to set in. Subconsciously she was whimpering and muttering things in her sleep and she moved and shifted uncomfortably. Most of her words were plagued with the disease of being inaudible but some had come to light in a slightly louder than usual tone - still more like a whisper - "I..I'm sorry.. do-don't kill him." Tears slowly seeped out of her shut eyes as they forced their way out of her tightly closed eyelids.

Her breathing was heavy and ragged. She refused to wake despite her dreams being horror filled for fear out of what would be waiting for her if she did indeed wake. Would the same nightmares haunt her waking steps just like her steps through the clouds? Jezebel whimpered a bit more as her eyes slowly drifted open. She stayed hidden in her peaceful cranny. She'd never leave it if she could help it.