It would later be called "a small campaign" in the annals of Austro-Prussian histories....

The sounds of cannon fire and the screams of the dying filled the air as the battle raged among the mortal armies into the hours of dusk. She held the hand of her newest childe tightly as they fled the barbarism. If it had been she alone she would simply have fled underground, but this childe was still too young to learn even the simple melding. Praying to the Gods to get clear of the carnage, she dragged the poor girl on. Even as they breached the lines and made a run to get past the line of cannon ahead, a charge went off at her own feet. Fire and shrapnel burned her as the force of the blast staggered her backward. There was a cry and then the earth slammed into her mercilessly. The world faded from her sight.

"Get up! Please!" the childe's pleas came, rousing her. "Fursa! Please!" Another round went off nearby and young girl shrieked another plea.

Unable to speak for the wounds, she found the childe's mind. ~~Find cover, Run!~~ She put a hand out toward the childe and tried to reassure her as the young creature trembled in terror. ~~You will be alright...you are one of mine~~ She forced herself to stay in focus and moved toward the childe even as she heard the whistle of another incoming round. Without thought, she threw herself over the girl as the cannon ball landed within a few feet of the pair, the force of the explosion sending both headlong into the ground.

She awoke to the rising sun, instinct driving her deep underground, no memory of the several nights previous to even make her look around for the girl....

25 November 2006, Midday, Somewhere Under Manchester

Fursa woke from her sleep across Jason's body gasping. A trembling hand shot out to steady her and push her up from her resting place on top of him. The dream was real, as if a memory, but less clear. Her eyes glanced over her man quickly as if seeking the answer in his torporous form itself.

Eventually, the tremor subsided, and she settled back and away from him, her mind racing to explain the dream and what it meant. No answers were forthcoming. Her left hand located the book from which she had been reading and then she gently closed it and laid it aside again, choosing to wrap herself around Jason and go back into day torpor over panicking herself over a mere phantasm.