Joxer felt
that the two of them had grown closer together in the last few days.
But there was still a certain distance that Callisto kept between them.
Sometimes it seemed as if she let her guard down experimentally to see
how he would react. He disconsolately thought that he hadn't taken
advantage of those rare opportunities, but he was willing to keep
trying until he died. Well, perhaps not that long...
Callisto watched
Joxer from the edge of the clearing as he busied himself with preparing
their meal. Looking at him as he hummed to himself and went about his
business methodically, she was reminded of her mother when she had
prepared the family meal for her daughters.
A wave of melancholiness swept over her as she recalled the childhood
that had been robbed from her. The dark mood remained as she thought of
her life since and the wrong turns she had taken. She suspected that
the nightmares were warning messages from her soul, or what was left of
it after the last few years. But they were also a very private part of
her -- a part she didn't want to share with anyone.
Was Joxer right? Should she confide in him? Was this something that
friends did? She wasn't sure and she found the indecisiveness within
her disturbing. But what should she do?
"Kill him," whispered a familiar voice.
That made up her mind. She walked over to Joxer, who looked up with a
surprised look on his face as he saw that she was fidgeting with her
dagger.
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"You wanted to
know about my dreams?" asked Callisto to a befuddled Joxer. "Well, sit
down and I'll tell you."
[The End]
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