Training

Selene's chest rose and fell rapidly as the images in her mind played out like a nightmare she couldn't escape.

Blood soaked the ground beneath her feet, the stench of iron choking her lungs.

"Please," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Please don't go. Don't hurt them."

Her vision blurred, and she reached out, but her fingers grasped only air.

The screams grew louder, drowning out her desperate pleas.

Shadows closed in, and the warm, sticky sensation of blood coated her hands.

"Stop! Please, stop!" she cried, her voice breaking.

Suddenly, a deafening silence fell over everything.

Selene gasped, her eyes snapping open as she bolted upright in bed. Her heart pounded like a drum, and sweat clung to her skin, making her hair stick to her face. She struggled to catch her breath, her hands clutching the soft sheets as if they might anchor her to reality.