The blond witch couldn't fall asleep.

  He tried with all his might to push those feelings aside...but for some reason, he couldn't.

  Why not?

  He pushes everything aside like it's NOTHING!

  It IS nothing!

  So, why is this eating him up?

  Ignoring what's being thrown at him....is best for him.

  So why couldn't he ignore this one?

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  Suddenly, his mind raced faster, making him flash back to when he was a different entity.....threatening to kill Max.

  But he DIDN'T kill him, Max saved him!

  Another flashback forced him to see his nightmares that swam deep in his subconscious mind: The Red Cloaks, the fire that murdered his and Rose's parents......the bloodthirsty wolves that his among the shadows.

  He forced the memories to hide before he can remember more incidents. The pain in them were too strong, stronger than the mental blockade he used to stop the images.

  Oh shit, what kind of herb did Rose put in the infusion?

  He crawled over to his sister's satchel, and fished out a clean, wooden cup with a stirring spoon. He also pulled out a pouch containing dried apples, cinnamon sticks, and a small jar of honey, and what looked like lavender.

  He took the pot from its holding place over the dying fire, and went outside to get clean water.

  ............................

  After a while, his infusion was finally ready for him. He drank slowly, hoping the effects from the lavender will kick in faster.

  Once the tea was finished, Shadow was finally lulled to sleep.