I got back to my room very late. I barely crawled into bed before I fell into a deep sleep.
I was running through a dark forest, searching for something. I needed to find something, or someone. They needed me. I could almost hear crying. It was pushing me harder, trying to reach them in time. I heard a rushing and crash, a familiar sound, and I knew without the sea salt on the wind that I was by the ocean.
I bounded through the woods and I heard a twig snap, but no scent hit my nose. Somehow I knew it was Erubus with me. We ran through the woods.
The light barely made it under the deep canopy of this forest. It felt old, older than the trees I grew up with, older than the trees in the forest I ran near school.
I knew without even seeing it; I had never been to these woods before. Thi
