Alana moved through the shadows as quietly as possible. She not only feared that some soldier would see her and capture her, but she was greatly concerned with the man following Rommus. She gave up on following him to Mirra's and instead trailed this man, who was carefully staying well out of Rommus's sight. She made no move to harm the man, since it was possible that it was someone that Rommus knew, but she could feel in her bones that that assumption was wrong.
The swift clouds roared by and cloaked the moon and stars, making it even harder to see the man in the shadows. For some reason looking to the sky made her more nervous, and she couldn't understand why. She thought that maybe it was because the clouds were moving much faster than she had ever seen them move before, and that the darkness they brought with them was making it harder to see this mysterious man. She realized that although they swept over the city with great speed, she felt no wind whatsoever on her skin. Along with darkness they brought with them the chill of fear.
She was careful not to irritate her wound, but it did hurt her as she walked. If Rommus knew she had followed him, he would probably be angry with her for getting out of bed, but worst of all, he might think that she wanted to harm him, thinking she was indeed the guilty Vindyri who stabbed his father. Although she really was that Vindyri, there was nothing she could do to change the facts, and she would do all she could to hide the truth from him. As the cold rain started to fall harder upon her, she decided that she would make sure that this man did not hurt Rommus, and then she would leave Brinn. It broke her heart to have to go, but she really had no other choice.
She moved from building to building, pausing when the man paused, advancing when he moved. The rain made it even harder to see, but at least it helped to cover the sound of her footsteps. The air had gotten much cooler and the chill stole its way down to her soul. Something was causing her panic to rise, and she began to be more and more afraid; not necessarily of this man, but of the unknown force that was beginning to consume her thoughts. She looked to the churning clouds that brought down the sheets of rain drenching her. If only the rain would let up, her task would be so much easier. When she looked back to the man in the shadows, he was gone. She frantically searched for any sign of him, but he had vanished like a wisp of smoke without a trace. She had lost him and Rommus both, and had no idea which way to go next. Although it seemed impossible, her panic rose even more.
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