[align=justify:74dd1ef3e8]Janel could not sleep peacefully, the images in her mind conjured up all sorts of darkness. Horror filled every dream and she tossed and turned in her sleep. She whimpered softly into the pillow as the images of her family dimmed and faded into that darkness. She called out to her mother and father, but they did not listen. They did not even turn back to see her standing there crying. Even her brother did not look back, only kept walking, leaving her there on her own without nothing. Just the darkness they all brought into her life. She was better off without them, without any of them. Damn them all to the fires of damnation, for they all desrrved what they got.
Yet even though she hated them, was angry at them, she still loved them. She felt that in her heart as it was breaking, a love that would never die for they were after all her family. Blood was thicker than water, so some had once said in the halls of Camelot. Then why was it water she had in her veins, she never turned her back on them. They all left her, left her to die and rot in this foul place. Why was she being punished for their sins and plagues brought into Camelot. All she had ever done was uphold the Old Ways, be who she was supposed to be. Janel had never felt an anger like this, the fire filling up in her belly waiting to devour the world in flames of anguish and revenge.
Throwing herself around in the bed she could not call her own. A stranger in an even stranger place. It was then that she felt a cool hand touch the side of her face, wiping the tears away and stroking her hair like her mother did when she was a small child. It calmed her, it was then that finally she could dream, of a better place.[/align:74dd1ef3e8]