White Whispers

s he?" A

e fashion as befitting a lady, stood b

as the one who brought her into this world. Rachel saw to half of the births on Crest Hill, an

esturing behind the infirmary

ss, attending to other patients. Anna walked the aisle with sick beds on both sides till she reached the back do

and he had a cup of steaming brown tea in hand. He had barely touched it, and his gaze was squinted, staring obliviously into the distance

taring, she saw nothing, her gaze ret

id no

armth of the rising sun, he still shivered intermittently. Could it be fro

d been dug for his dead colleagues. Surely, they were too numerous to be

of her eyes, she noticed he looked at her. "It was in my dream, and it felt more real

aron do such a thing? Didn't h

earch for fresh human flesh, but these beings stopped them. I know what they are. I know they are worse than spirits. Voices that can b

ow strength. They would be greatly fooling themselves. All their weapons, they would painfully realize are useless. Nothi

e to be offensive by the sight of blood, death, and oddly enough, dirt. They couldn't stand dirty places, and hardly would they draw near to it. And the house of silence,

t was no more for it was no

with all of your father's men who go with her. They won't listen to me, and they think my words are the words of one who had bad dreams, or wild illusions. They blame the seas for it." He looked at her. "But your father believes you. He knows his family. He knows what they did. This isn't the tim

n look

wed in whenever the war council was conveyed. Were they ready for war? Was this even an act of war a

she will wait until the war council was over. Then she would approach him to discuss this issue quite plainly. Going to the sea would be violatin

this one. After all, Anna and her family weren't totally in the clear. It was her ancestors that had imprisoned the sisters, to begin with

their voices again. Little did sh