It started with the faintest of tingles at the base of her neck. Just enough to stir her from her sleep. Erik, her husband snored, oblivious to the fait sent of rot drifting through the ac system. She thought to wake him, but decided against it. Tomorrow would be trying for them all. Best to let him sleep while he could. Still, she could not bring herself to close her eyes again, even knowing it was probably nothing to worry about. Staring at the ceiling, she focused but could feel nothing from the house except the faint energy her husband and child gave off in the back of her mind. Even assured, a nagging sensation persisted. Within a few hours they would leave all of this behind them. Forever. Ana begged her husband to go last night, her gut brining urgency to her pleading. But his calm, rational presence soon bent her to his will, knowing they needed to withdraw cash from the bank in the morning as well as making other arrangements.
No one left the guild. Ever. Yet she knew in her heart it would taint her son, destroying the man he could grow to be if they remained. Just as it had destroyed her. Damned her. The things she witnessed, had been a part of, haunts her in the stillness of the night. Robbing her of sleep, hijacking her dreams, draining her of hope. She would not let it happen to her son. Erik understood. She was his life. Yet were it not for her son, she would not have asked it of him. To betray the only family either one of them has ever known is a lot to ask of any person. Erik did not hesitate a moment when she said she as leaving. His unwavering commitment to her earned her love even in this arranged marriage. The gift runs strong in the offspring of two gifted parents. Levi would come of age soon which brought changes in the body and mind. It also brought the gift in those with the propensity for the trait.
There it was again, a faint scraping noise. Like a cats claws being dragged over a hard surface.