Chapter 18: He Who Holds a Memento, Once More
Leila looked at Caden as the figure approached them. The two stepped back as the figure inched closer. They held a little wooden box that was wrapped with red cloth. Their hands were gloved making sure very little of this person was to be known. The figure stopped moving and silence gnawed its way in the cave. She turned to Caden with a concerned look painted on her eyes. Even when she was reeling back from the pain she knew that there was something off.
“Caden, I don’t think that’s how the poem goes.” She told him in a voice not higher than a whisper. Caden nodded, a small ball of sweat trickling down his forehead. He hadn’t felt danger this real in a dream before. Nightmares were something he could handle well enough. But this felt too real. Is the hooded figure a dream walker? Is he an unfriendly dream walker?
To be honest, he wanted a friendlier individual as a dream walker.
“I know.” He whispered back.