She made a fuss whenever I had a stress-induced terror vision, what we Sorcerers called a fisca. I didn't want to tell Bragda about it and ruin the day for her. I'm stressed, and my mind is playing games with me.
The images from the terror vision sent chills down my spine. My teeth began to chatter, and not only from the cold. With ginger steps, I climbed out of the tub and wrapped a fuzzy towel around my body. "Which I will use to break down the bathroom door if you're not out of there in two minutes." "Not as much power as my ax," she said in a gruff tone. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." Bragda mimicked me in a fake falsetto that sounded ridiculous in her deep Dwarfish voice. I need to bathe before the Induction Ceremony, too, ya know." I cleared my throat and tried my best to sound normal. "What in Hades are you doing?" Bragda roared from the other side of the door. My nose and chest burned as I tried to clear the fluid from my chest.įirst I see fire and ashes, and now this? With a gasp, I woke from my vision to find myself flailing in the bath, spilling water over the edge.
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