Darkness' Light
an excerpt

(this is temp until I get further)
While children were a blessing they were targets. In the last year, Dana had been asked to prepare a dozen different children for burial. Their little bodies bruised and bloodied. Tortured until the bodies just gave out. How could anyone be that cruel? Children were innocent in the blood war that had raged on for countless centuries before Dana had even been born. Yet the other clan went after them.
“Dana?”
Turning she saw the only male that ever understood what she went through. Daman Kinnear. He was their prince's right. Anything Keegan wanted done right away was passed to Daman immediately. He was also the only male that had tried to steal her heart and make her feel emotions that she wanted nothing to do with. So many nights he spent with her, just allowing her to cry on his shoulder after preparing bodies. Even now she wanted to be told this was a horrible dream and this was not her life, that she had not lost Imogen.
Attempting to smile, as she felt the tears fall down her cheeks, “You should not be here. You can't keep running to me the moment I'm upset. Go by Keegan he needs you more than I.”
His understanding was becoming her undoing. It was important to grieve over lost of life, but seeing him accept what she saw as weakness as a healer was shattering what little her heart could take. Daman had always been tender to her. While those that were older did not approve of their relationship, never had, Daman seemed to be deaf to their horrible words. Shame she could not forget those words. Her skin and resolve were paper thin and it was not going to take much more to cut or shred what was left.
“Please leave me, Daman. I can't handle you being here tonight. Not with Imogen. Now go please.” she asked him again as nice as she could. Her voice was filled with sorrow just as her eyes were. Preparing the dead was something a healer was to do alone. Prayers had to be said for the departed soul. Prayers that went back ages and ages. It was said the prayers calmed the departed soul into the afterlife where peace could be found over one's death.