Four months had passed since her time spent in the dark realm. Magellan had been wrong in his assumption. It hadn't been just a few days of feeling weak and out of place. Ralvania had dealt with countless nightmares that led into insomnia. It had taken her months to recover from the ordeal she'd gone through. even though most of it had passed, nightmares still plauged her existance, usually three each moon. 

          They weren't the usual castle being taken or falling to her death. These were more vivid and far worse. One was of her departed best friend Melinda, who'd turned into a blood thirsty demon of war. They were so realistic that she'd spent weeks not sleeping at all. She spent most of the time in deep meditations, praying , going through her spells and potions. Doing whatever she could to not think of the nightmares or sleep. 

       A few nights she stayed in her office downing shots until she couldn't stay awake. It had given her a long good night's sleep. If the nightmares came she couldn't remember them. That suited her just fine. 

  For the most part she'd re-adjusted well. Especially once the nightmares slowed down. A few sleepless nights  a month she could deal with. 

   At first she'd obsessed over it, assuming half of the morbid images were visions. After a couple of months she'd relaxed a little more each night.