The guard grunted with exertion as he helped two others lift her onto the cross, holding her there for yet another man, a blacksmith, one armed with spikes and a smithing hammer, to do his work. A crowd of people had gathered, interested to see the crucifiction of the young girl. "Help me!" she'd screamed, begging for help until her voice was hoarse, but the ashamed villagers only turned their heads away. Even now, now that her punishment was being doled out, she could not believe what was happening.
She felt the cold tip of the spike against her wrist, then squeezed her eyes shut as the blacksmith swung his hammer back. Her scream echoed throughout the valley as the spike was driven into the wood.
Charsie sat bolt upright as the scream echoed through her head, her wrists aching from an unknown pain. Cold sweat made paths down her forehead, dripping off her chin. Frantically, she felt her wrists, feeling relieved when she felt nothing unusual.
Shaken down to the bone, she pushed the covers back, then stood up on shaky legs. Charsie was still panting, but tried to compose herself as she opened the door.
"Charsie? What's wrong?" Ayla, her roommate asked, pale and visibly shaken as Charsie was. In all the years Ayla had known Charsie, had been friends with her, she'd never seen brave, fearless Charsie scream like she had, or appear pale, face sheened with sweat, gripping both wrists as if scared to let go of herself.
"I don't know," she whispered. "I really don't know."
Ayla took Charsie's hand, then led her downstairs, grasping the cold, clammy hand tightly. "Tell me about it," she commanded gently, pushing Charsie down into the overstuffed chair. Charsie seriously considered saying nothing had happened, but she knew as well as Ayla would that it would be a bald-faced lie.
"I had this dream," Charsie began, starting to tremble. "There was a young girl...One who'd been punished, and was being crucified. I felt her pain, I felt as if it was me in her place. I could feel the spike...Being driven..." At this point she found she was unable to continue, the memory so vivid and painful in her mind.
"Aw, Charsie, it'll be okay," Ayla said soothingly, not knowing what else to say. She leaned down to hug her, and Charsie clung to Ayla. "Why don't you sleep in my bed tonight, and we'll talk about this in the morning?" Charsie nodded, not wanting to go back to sleep, hoping against all hope, that the dream did not return.
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