They all dismissed my insistence for quick attack, and linked my anxiety towards my injury. However, I was not about to argue with them. Basically though, I was trying to send us on a quick death mission just by relying on a dream. A dream about him.
I felt foolish for ever trusting that dream.
Aaron stood guard at my door the entire night, never once complaining about the chore. When I woke up frightened in the middle of the night, he came in to comfort me. He even brought some grapes for me, which he insisted would help me sleep better.
"Just try to empty your mind," he patted my head softly. "The reason we get nightmares is because our mind is so fixated on one particular thing, and we allow it to consume our thoughts so completely that we can’t help it. And so it haunts us in our d
