Year 434: Trinity Age-

It happened again last night, as it does nearly every full moon. I had hoped, however futilely, that perhaps this month would be different for her and the moon would finally grant her a full night’s rest. But of course, such a respite was impossible. She can barely sleep most nights as it is, waking up every few hours from this dream, that dream, or the other odd feeling. During the days surrounding the full moon, however, sleep eludes her almost completely.
She tries every month… every month, to simply last all week without it, but she needs rest and eventually her body shuts down and she succumbs. The sleep is not restful, not ever. She’s plagued by visions, seeings that unlike her usual nightmares and vague feelings, are crystal clear and more often than not are quiet frightening.
Last night, I entered her set of rooms at my usual hour. I sort of assigned myself the duty of checking up on her every few hours. She hates it when I down right hover, and would probably still hate the fact that I check in as often as I do, but I can’t help it… I worry.
Anyway, when I entered last night something felt off. Normally I walk in to the sounds of tortured moans, babbling, and on the worst nights, hysterical screaming. This night I entered to an eerie silence. I had honestly feared that something had happened to her while I had been out wondering the grounds, but when I went into her bedchamber, everything was fine; or so it seemed at first.
She had been lying still upon her bed, rather calmly and fully asleep. Her eyes were closed and her skin didn’t look off colored at all; it tended to loose what color she had during a nightmare. I looked closer just to be sure, but she was fine, her head on the pillow with her jet black hair circling her head like some sort of dark halo.
It all seemed fine, until I took notice of the shadows. Shadows painted the room, cast by the moonlight streaming in from her balcony doors.
They were twisting and pulsing like something alive. Even as I watched the shadows pulsed and expanded, snaking up the side of the bed, casting the white sheets in inky black. They continued their journey up until they began to engulf her sleeping form.
I didn’t panic, there was no point. If the night wished to speak to her, nothing I could ever do would stop it. All I can ever do is prepare to put her back together once it’s finished breaking her apart.
The shadows completely consumed her, only her face was left showing. That’s when the babbling started. Just random words at first came spilling out in no particular sentence or order. I was only able to make out a few of the words; prince, table, and the number twelve seemed to be more dominant as I heard her repeat them several times. Her voice escalated until she was nearly screaming.
I had been about to just run over and try to wake her, useless as it might have proved, when suddenly the noise stopped. She had fallen silent once more, only a crease of her brow telling me that the dream wasn’t yet over.
I held my breath, hoping that she could just drift into a deeper sleep. Instead, after about five minutes had passed, a noise erupted in the room that was unlike anything I had ever heard before. It ripped through me, pulling at my heart and terrifying me to my very core. I cannot recall ever being so frightened.
I wanted to weep almost as much as I wanted to run away. The sound was pure, terrible agony and I found myself of my knees, covering my ears to try and drown out the wailing.
What poor, unfortunate creature could make such a horrible sound?
That’s when I remembered my Lady. Surely no one could sleep through such a painful, soul ripping sound. I gathered myself and ran to her side, wanting to just hold her close until whatever creature was passing was gone.
But when I got to her, I found her back bowed to the point of breaking and her head thrown back in a scream.
The anguished wailing was coming from her.
I was in such a state of shock that when the tremors began I almost didn’t notice. The floor flew up to meet me as the entire room began to shake and toss itself about in an unseen storm.
Small objects throughout the room began to lift from their places to float about the ceiling as the wailing went on and on. I somehow managed to get on my feet and to her side.
“Kitana… Kitana!”
There was no response. Shaking didn’t work either and there was a crackling feeling growing in the room, mounting to the point where it felt like the room would explode.
I knew I had to do something to wake her up but I quickly ran out of options.
I final thing I could think of. I drew back my had and brought it down hard across her face.
I was prepared to feel horrible, but as my hand connected with flesh, that became a gross understatement. My gut twisted up and my heart screamed. I was more than I little certain I was going to be sick, but at least it worked.
Everything, the tremors, the wailing, abruptly stopped as she shot up in bed, wide-eyed and trembling. I gathered her to me, even as objects previously held aloft crashed to the floor.
She had remained stiff against me at first, before hesitant arms circled my back.
“Night?” her voice reached me, sounding so small and uncertain. Tears welled up in my eyes but I beat them back. That wasn’t what she had needed.
“Yeah Kit… it’s me. You were dreaming.”
Those words seemed to break whatever resolve she had managed to gather before she collapsed into my arms, sobs wracking her entire body.
I found myself cursing whatever spirits sent her these dreams, but I seem to be doing that more and more lately. I don’t know who ever gave them the right to reduce a normally headstrong, confidant woman into this miserable, quivering girl once a month, but if I ever meet them they will regret it. I get the feeling that they’d regret it even more if Kit ever got a chance at them herself.
She hates being this way. She tells me it makes her feel helpless and I couldn’t agree more. These dreams, vision, whatever the hell they are, stick with her and torment her long after the night is over… no matter what I do about it.
I held her last night, long after she had run out of tears and we simply sat together, a pair in our helplessness. Every now and then I heard her mutter something in a different language, one too old for me to understand, but from what I could here it was something like this:

Nomunte Diercha (No-moon-tae Dye-ae-rka)

I don’t know what it means but she seemed to be using it for comfort; Perhaps something along the lines of ‘The dreams aren’t real’? I’m not sure though, this is the first time she’s ever said it. The fact that she said it in an ancient tongue also means she didn’t want me to know what she was saying. I am very worried.
Her ‘episodes’ during the full moon have never been as violent as last night, or seemed to have effected her like this.
I know better than to ask what the dream had been about. She won’t tell me. She never does until she ‘has a better understanding of it and what it could mean.’ That could take anywhere from a day to a month, but I just have to wait… even if it is eating at me right now.
It took me nearly two hours just to coax her out of her room this morning. She didn’t sleep for the remainder of last night and she almost didn’t eat when I brought her breakfast. I’m living proof that big, blue, puppy eyes can work on even the most stubborn creatures.
She’s been mostly just pacing her study today, chewing her nails and muttering. Every now and again she’ll jot something into a notebook in her hand but the pacing never stops. As far as I know the only time she’s halted her movements is when I brought her lunch an hour ago.
The look on her face when I entered the room…
I don’t know what that dream was, but it has scared my Lady shitless and that is not something easily done. After all of her long years in this world, I had begun to believe that nothing could ever shake her to this degree.
Apparently I was wrong, and I fear greatly what the future may hold for us.




(so this is without much editing so there may be mistakes, if fact I'm fairly certain of it lol and as I said before I'm sort of leaving backgrounds to be discovered as we go. and yes, this character is male and yes his name is Night. k, we good? lol)