He's having that dream again- the one where everything burns. Acrid smoke fills the air, squeezing the breath from his lungs, and he spins in slow motion, falling to his knees. Folding in on himself, under all the pressure. His clear, silvergrey eyes slide slowly over the slain feyries lying all around him, feystars blackening as their bodies start to burn. Everything burns. This is the last thing he will ever see. He chokes, coughing, raising one fist to his mouth and drawing it away bloody. His eyes slide shut, and he falls the rest of the way to the ground, his other hand falling forwards. As his body slowly relaxes and his feystars flicker out, his fingers loosen. ... He always wakes up, if you can call his fractured state of existence 'waking up', before he can see what his dream-self is holding. *** Theme Song: (click flag, I'd suggest you listen) Edge of Night- Billy Boyd
