Book 3 Chapter 60: Today
Dantes was floating for a moment, over the table he’d seen so many times before in his dreams, but this time it was empty. He saw no sign of the woman in green or the man in blue. Suddenly, he was falling, his body twisting at the last moment so that his back slammed against the table. He could feel the impact even though it was a dream. He tried to sit up, but before he could, two large daggers impaled each of his hands, locking them in place. He screamed as the table slowly tilted up and he was held up only by the wounds in his hands. He looked around to see who or what was attacking him.
A figure was in the distance, clad in crimson red armor as he approached. Dantes struggled, trying to pull his hands from the dagger, or even let them cut through his palm completely so that he could get off of them, but nothing worked. Soon the man in red was directly in front of him, his wickedly serrated blade held high in his right hand. He lifted it, and placed it gently against Dantes’s chest, slowly moving it forward. Dantes screamed as he felt each serrated inch of the blade slide through his chest. Just as the hilt impacted against his chest, the figure in red’s form flickered, showing for just a moment a man with long brown hair holding a spear as it was driven into him. Gavain.
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Dantes’s eyes snapped open and his hand clutched at his chest where he could still feel the phantom pain of being stabbed.
Syn sat up in bed next to him.
“Are you okay?”
He shook his head. “Today. Gavain’s going to come for me today.”
Syn’s features became fierce for a moment, before rapidly shifting back. “You’re sure?”
Dantes nodded as he slid his legs to the side of the bed to stand. “Yes.”