Chris
“Chris! Wake up! Chris!”
My eyes fluttered open at the sound of my sister’s voice. Overhead, the leaves swayed gently in the summer breeze, little dappled pools of sunlight swimming across the lush grass. I had been dozing, and the dream I’d had was so… strange.
A moondeer. Blood. So much blood. Was it my own, or the moondeer’s?
But it was just a dream, and I was seven years old again, and my sister wanted my attention.
Sitting up, I looked around, confused. “Livvy?” I called out. “Where are you?”
A soft giggle carried across the breeze. Sighing, I rose to my feet and followed it. I found her perched in a tree branch; she was clutching something in her arms.
“What have you got there?” I asked, leaning against the tree to get a closer look.
Olivia was j
