by K. Dzr
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“Mother!” Mother!” Demetrius jerked awake. Ezria jumped from her bed where she lie awake in thought and ran to her son.
“Demetrius? What’s the matter?” She tried to hold and comfort him, but he was too hysterical. He sat straight up in the bed, roughly rubbing his hands down his face and rocking.
“I was wrong Mother! I was wrong. Father is in trouble!” he shouted at her.
“What are you talking about? I’m sure your father is fine. He’s giving that dragon the fight of his life.”
“No. No. You don’t understand! I…I…”
“What is it Demetrius? Tell me!” Ezria pleaded.
“I told him that they would win the battle, but I was wrong. He’s in trouble now. And he needs me!”
“Oh no, Demetrius. You must have been dreaming. Your father is the best…”
“I wasn’t dreaming. I wasn’t even asleep! He’s in trouble! They all are!”
Ezria tried to coax Demetrius to lie back down in the bed.
“Calm down now. You don’t know these things that you are talking about. How could you? ”
“I do know. I don’t know how. I just know. I just do. I told him wrong. I told him that we would be free of Netiro today, but that was only partly true. It’s almost too late. I have to go! He needs my help!” Demetrius tried to jump out of the bed, but his Mother held him firmly.
“Demetrius, don’t be silly. You are not leaving this house! Besides, they are probably on their way back by now.”
“No, he’s not coming back. It’s too late. It’s already too late.” He lay back down and cried.
