A Moment Of Heat

Lord Xeik, suddenly awoke with a sudden leap of his heart which pounded against this chest like the forge of a blacksmith. Even at the break of dawn, the illumination of light was poor and the outlines of the tent seemed to creep on him like skeletal hands reaching for him. He had had a nightmare where he had lost his life and not in the most pleasant way. He sat up abruptly and looked around him then suddenly saw it—a black veil spread out like a funeral pall, lying beside him.

His mind traveled back to the day before he had come to Ghysem, the recollection of the same veil when he woke up. Castilla has not been beside him, instead, there has been a similar black veil. Then he had not thought much of it but the sight of this one had horrified him, the feeling it elicited left him with utter dread; it was a chilling reminder in his ear. Was someone attempting to send him a message? Why had he not been killed? If King Ares had died because of the black veil, did that mean that he was g