There i was, next to my mother as she laid asleep in the big wooden box. I was a lot bigger, and seemed older. My hair was no longer it's sunshine yellow color, it was a dark black. My siblings were trying to comfort me. It was incredibly realistic, like always. This isn't my first time having this dream. They would be setting fire to the coffin and set it out into the river. I had never been able to control my actions in this dream, but this time it felt more natural. I cried, not looking at mother's coffin or the grave set not to far from it. My brother and Zane were comforting me, back when I started having this dream, I saw Zane as a mysterious stranger, whom I felt I could trust. I still don't know if this is a vision of the future, or a simple nightmare.

I woke up feeling like I was falling into my bed. I had a nightmare and now having trouble breathing. Based on the sky it was about midnight and it would be useless to call for help.

I did anyways.

"Help, I, can't, breathe" I cried softly.

Luckily Zane was awake in the room next to me. He rushed to me trying to figure out what was going on.

After a little while I can breathe normally and am able to move. I quickly hug Zane crying.

"Why does this happen every time." I sobbed.

"What happen every time?" He asked me.

"Every time I have that dream, I wake up, unable to breathe out move" I told him.

"What dream?" He was very clearly trying to figure out what was going on.

I explained the dream vividly. When I finished Zane had the biggest look of concern poon his face.

"I'll never let you be in your mother's place as long as I live, but I'm sorry, I can't stop her from dying" he comforted me like he did in the dream.

He pulled me closer to his chest, letting me hear his heartbeat. I don't know why, but hearing a person's heart beat has always calmed me down. I fell asleep in Zane's grasp, peacefully this time.

Zane has been the kindest person to me. Ever since I found him in the forest I'm this dimension. Admittedly this dimension is practically the same, only, this one isn't in war with an entire species.

Sometimes, I wish I could die. It would be better than having a missing, probably dead, mother. Having two siblings disappearing with the mother. A father that you accidentally killed.