Dashyl's Quest

“Farley!”

Dashyl bolted up in bed, hyperventilating.

Again the voice shouted, “Farley!”

His roommate was screaming. Dashyl threw off his covers and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He watched the young man thrashing, holding his hands straight out in front of him.

“Watch out! The glaive knight!”

The nightmare took hold of the young man and he thrashed more violently.

“Noooo!” The young man’s hands flew to his face and he let out a raspy sob. Dashyl couldn’t wait, he dropped to the floor and tried to take a step, but his legs failed him and he collapsed between the two beds.

“Grilk,” Dashyl swore under his breath, then said out loud, “It’s okay, my friend. Be calm. Be calm.” His roommate did seem to quiet down after Dashyl’s effort to comfort him went awry.

One of the curics scurried in, picked up Dashyl and helped him back in bed. Dashyl explained, “He started screaming and thrashing and I wanted to help, but my legs gave out,”

Dashyl’s mouth fell open when the normally silent curic replied, “you are nice to try and help him, but you need your rest, too. We can handle this without your assistance.”

“But, you never talk,” Dashyl pointed out.

She smiled and shook her head, “I do speak, but only when necessary. Your friend seems to have calmed down. It is good that he has moved and spoke, that means he may wake up soon. Now get some rest that you may both leave here soon.” The curic smoothed the sheets around both of the convalescing roommates and walked out.

Glaive knight, Dashyl thought. The glaive knights were also Saraja from Sanctum, like the curics. If this guy was worried about or afraid of a glaive knight, perhaps Dashyl should be worried, too. Rathyra said she was not against the Legion, but that could be a lie. But why go through all this trouble to keep me alive? I’m not a prisoner. If I could walk, I would walk right out of here.  From there, the boy’s thoughts became muddled as he drifted back to sleep turning these questions over in his mind.