Rinka arched her head and looked over to the bed where her mother and father were soundly sleeping. Feeling comforted by the sight, she once again closed her eyes, but those horrific visions were still fresh in her mind. Rinka realized that the nightmares were becoming more frequent over the past few weeks and even months once she really thought about the many nights of lost sleep. From conversations she’d overheard from her tribal elders and her kinfolk, she knew that the people in Roman occupied Germania were facing very dangerous times, made more so by the constant fighting between rival chieftains. And why was she never able to find her father in those nightmares, she wondered; certainly in a circumstance when she so desperately needed
