Moments after waking, she realized that it wasn't the end of her dream that woke her up. A sharp, burning pain in her arm had been the culprit. Frustrated that her precious sleep was disturbed, she rolled up the sleeve on her left arm. The stain of her foolishness and her weakness mocked her in its deep, black ink. Staccato bursts of gradually increasing pain in her Dark Mark made her clench her teeth and close her eyes tightly.