Birds chirped, grass ruffled as a cool breeze passed through the yard. Children's laughter and singing echoed through the fenced lawn, before being called in. The daughters and sons giggled as they seated themselves at the brightly lit dining table, each mumbling a Unionist prayer of blessing to the tasty and filling beef that was decorated and set before them. A young woman was seated on one front side of the table, a young man seated at the other. They both mimicked the prayer, their words synced as a practice. They then lifted their heads and counted their blessings, taking small and savory bites of the food that was hunted that morning. The young woman smiled, as she was at complete peace. No scary reputations, no incidents, no questionable pasts. Just, a quiet and grateful life.
Then, she woke up from the dream in tears. Cries of plea and terror could be heard from the floor below, in the dimly lit Inn.
