“It’s been thirteen days, Irene, when is he going to wake up?” Edward demanded. He could feel it deep in his bones that something was about to happen and he feared that if he doesn’t wake his son up, then it might be the end of the world. Call it his instinct but he believes it.
“I don’t know Edward. I check him every day but there no sign yet. He is too comfortable with the dream and the only way to sort this is to let him naturally wake up.”
“It’s taking time!”
“I told you it will. Please Edward, there is really nothing else we can do. We will just have to wait…” a sound like an explosion roared and the earth shook.
“What was that?” Edward asked, turning sharply to leave Irene’s spell room. Stepping out to the hallway, he saw a warrior rushing to him. “What happened?” he spat at the
