Bevelle

Vhii's eyes shot open as she awoke in her bed, the sound of heavy panting having brought her from her peaceful resting. The strenuous sounding respiration filled her ears and struck fear into her heart as she knew she should have been the only occupant of her own room. She recalled, in her mind, locking the door to her dwelling and applying the latch the night before the way she always did nightly. Not a shred of doubt existed in her. She was certain.
The rustling of fabric behind her drew Vhii from within her thoughts and called her back to the present. She lay in her bed staring straight forward at the wall which displayed only the silhouette of the tree outside her window as it danced in the moonlight. The girl calmed her breathing, trying her best to conceal the fact that she was conscious from the invader. Vhii began to plot. She thought of springing from her bed and dashing towards the door but she couldn't be sure that she would make it to the hallway beyond her room.
"What if I'm not fast enough? What if they catch me?" she thought to herself as her body fell paralyzed with fear. She played the scenario over and over again in her head. Each time she imagined that she might do something different, toss her blanket at the intruder or even perhaps begin to scream, but each scene ended the same. She imagined repeatedly herself being caught by the intruder, thrown to the ground by a strength she could not resist and from there her mind went wild trying to explore a hundred different tangents all at once.
Was the intruder there to kidnap her? Or worse?
Vhii's mind filled then with all the stories she had heard of the tragedies that befell other summoners and the lengths non-Yevonites would go to in order to see them disposed of.
Once again the young girl was brought back to the moment at hand from her panic when she heard footsteps start across the room. They were slow in tempo but grew in volume as they drew close to her.
The girl watched as a figured began to take shape on the wall before her in the moonlight and soon the shadow of a man became clear.

Soa snapped from a stupor and found himself mid-stride. As his foot touched the ground he suddenly felt all of his physical sensation surge back to him. A fogginess slowly cleared from Soa's mind allowing him to distinguish his surroundings. With a focused gaze, Soa realized he was back in Bevelle inside the walls of his own sister's room.
Soa next made out in the dim light of the bedroom what he believed was his sister's form in the bed pressed against the far wall. The young man took another step forward towards the center of the room. Without warning the movement caused Soa a crippling pain that ran throughout his core and spiked in his limbs. His eyes strained as he looked down in an attempt to find the source of his injury on his person.
A panicked feeling welled up inside Soa when he took notice of the blood running down his left forearm and the growing red stain forming on the breast of his uniform. Violent twinges erupted in his chest and Soa couldn't withstand the feeling. His knees buckled underneath him and he dropped to the floor with a loud thud and a moan.