He woke up to the heavy beating of his heart, his trembling hands and his lingering memory.
Repeating. Over and over.
He took a breath and ran his hand over his face.
Sweat— soaked from head to toe.
He sighed. "A dream."
He closed his eyes, letting his heart settle. The wind played with his hair, pushing back the leaves, drying out every last drop of sweat.
"Good morning, handsome," a voice called.
"Don't start."
"What? Not happy to see me?" She leaned against the tree, the sunlight spilling through the branches and cutting across her shoulders.
"Don't think I've met someone who wa— "
Suddenly, the air shifted and a mighty wind smashed into him, taking him off the ground and throwing him down the hill.
"Agh." The pain shot through him. "Prick."
"You say something?" She asked as pushed off the tree, looking down as the boy staggered to his feet.
"Nope."
"Then c'mon." She walked off, beyond the boy's sight.
So much for rest. The boy followed, clearing a way through with his hands. "How'd you even find me anyway?"
"Oh? I didn't even know you were hiding." She smiled at him, pressing on the device in her ear. "Yeah, I found him."
"That Dutch?" he asked as he picked up a dagger hidden beneath the tree vines.
"My dad."
She studied him for a moment, her expression shifting as she got closer. "Everyone was worried you know."
"What for?" He met her eyes. "Something happen?"
"..."
She stared at him— her smile fading into a disappointed gaze.
She exhaled. "Let's go."
Her footsteps hit the ground, loud and careless.
He watched her walk, then the boy turned to the rising sun— his dagger trembling in his hand.
Light brushed the grasses, cutting long shadows across the trees.
He took a breath. The blade stilled.
"You coming?!" she yelled.
He sheathed his weapon. "On my way."