The sun was setting that afternoon, a gentle wind blowing over the lake and around Blaze as he lay in the grass, staring up at the top branches of the tree swaying in the breeze.
As he stood up, blood rushed to his head and his vision clouded over. Flashes of darkness crowded his memory, the Shadows around him, obscuring him. But that had just been a dream, hadn’t it?
The tree. The hole. He rushed around the willow tree, almost not wanting to check. But there was nothing. If there had ever been a hole, there was no sign of one, now. It had just been a dream.
He picked up the book he had been reading before falling asleep, clutching it to his chest as he scanned the courtyard. Most of the students were inside now that classes had finished, eating dinner and doing homework. There was no remnant of the pink-haired girl that he had imagined meeting. It had been a dream.
The air was growing colder, despite the warmth of the day, the night left the school quiet and chilled. Blaze’s stomach grumbled, and he started off across the courtyard, hoping he wasn’t too late to get some dinner.
He was heading back to his room when he reached into his pocket, extracting one slightly battered, but still delicious looking, blueberry scone. Questions arose in his mind, questions without answers.
There was no way, though. It had been a dream. Right?
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