Tehya walked to the temple of Ulvecra thinking maybe a change of scenery would give her a chance to get some sleep. She always felt protected there, but the fire priest was gone, and so was her mischievous idea of redecorating his room to her taste. Mischief was the last thing on her mind these days. The guards looked at her like she was disobeying Sorgram’s wishes for she was fully dressed cloak and all, and she gave them a look to bugger off, she was in no mood for them that day.
Walking up to his room the warmth and familiar scent wafted to her senses and she threw herself down on the bed hoping she would be protected from the nightmares that plagued her. Drawing the cloak off, she folded it and put it on the end of the bed. Underneath the cloak she wore the silk robe Lord Ryo gave her in a soft sky blue. It was belted at her waist, and flowed down to her ankles; surely she was dressed more than she ever had been when visiting the temple on previous occasions.
Her first and foremost thought was to sleep, nothing more, and she snuggled into his pillow only to toss and turn expecting the worst to happen. Too much clothing for even the Sylvan, she pulled the robe off over her head and threw it on the floor. Long wheaten blonde hair was all that covered her naked body, and she felt comfortable enough to try and sleep.
Sorgram had magic that controlled her dreams and her hand reached up to the earring he placed on her. She was becoming suspicious of its magic and even a bit paranoid, and placed it on the table beside her. Soon enough she fell asleep, the coverlet was not over her just her naked body on top, and those blue lips whispered a sigh as she drifted off to dream.
Fire wasn’t something she feared, and even though Sorgram fought with her about how devoted she was to her mysterious god, the dream that night was again tarnished by the curse of S`otanath'.
There was no beautiful prelude; it went straight from sleep to fires burning her body, leaping and devouring her flesh feeling pain she never knew or experienced. Death didn’t come by the fire, but she became imprisoned in it, and got up from the burning bed to walk the halls looking for the fire priest.
Every nook and cranny was red flames, and the Sylvan looked like she was set on fire roaming the temple halls. Guards mocked and pointed at her body, her nipples were in flames, and her rounded breasts which were so sensitive screamed with pain that was less than enjoyable. The pain was unbearable and she couldn’t find anyone to put the fire out. In between her legs shot a pain that almost crippled her when walking, that enjoyable sensation of lust from nipples to clit became something utterly unbearable.
Calling for help only intensified the fires, and if it were real she should would have been a pile of embers on the floor, but she was not. Every hall of the temple became longer and more twisted until she fell into the swirling fires of the volcano only to live through it. Helpless and crawling upwards she kept falling down, and there was no way out since she could not control or even speak to the element of fire.
She kept falling and twisting in helplessness, screams to save her were not heard. Sitting straight up in the bed she heard herself screaming and looked down at her breasts and legs smooth and tanned as they should be.
The pain she felt when dreaming ebbed away as if someone put the fires out, but she shook uncontrollably wondering why she even went there for solace and peace after all the stories of chaos from Sorgram, it may have been a mistake.
The sullen Sylvan dressed and ran back out of the temple to be met by cool air blasting into her face and making her feel faint from the different temperature inside the temple. She got on her horse to head to the palace.
Her silver horse was decorated in the Emperor’s colors and its mane was braided with silver lightning bolts hanging from each braid. The unnamed horse had become a fond pet to Tehya, since it was her one and only mount.