Exercise in Trust
It was sometime after two thirty in the morning when Corinna was roused from her sleep. Dreams like that shouldn't disturb her sleep so much but she had a hint of warning from them. Something about Silver wings. She had no idea what it meant and she knew that it wouldn't make sense.
Dreams of the future rarely did. She gets up out of her bed and moves out of her room tugging lightly at the collar of her shirt. She fel hot and uncomfortable. There was also a dull ache in one leg. She didn't bother turning the light on as she started to go down the stairs. She wanted to get a glass of cold water to help sooth her mind and the sudden uncomfortable heat.
Then it happened. Her bad leg gave out from under her. There was sharp nearly blinding pain and she ends up in a hurt heap at the bottom of the stair case. She winces in pain and tries to get up under her own power. It is not going to happen. Not quite yet and she mentally berates herself for not being more careful.
Great. Her only chance right now is if someone comes along or to wait for the attack of pain to go away. Either one doesn't seem like a good option to the Amazon.
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