[TW: Derealization (?), Death]
Grian sat up, panting and wheezing. He was sat in the vivid, vibrant grass, the relentless sun bombarding him. Relief flooded him as he stood up. It was all a dream! Of course it was. It had never existed. Delighted, he hurried over to the nearby cliff he often played around and sat down on the edge. A loud laugh echoed behind him as Taurtis collapsed beside him, still with a wide smirk. Nervousness at the memory of his dream's events stirred in his chest.
"Maybe we shouldn't be so close to the edge."
"It'll be fine. If something bad was going to happen, it would've already!"
Fear spiked in his mind. This wasn't right. It couldn't be. Sudden, Taurtis let out a panicked scream as his feet slipped from the hickory rock and he plummeted off the precipice. His hands flailed as Grian desperately reached out. Then...
It stopped.

A/N: Angst, eh? Short but snappy (just like me lol.) Not much to say, next chapter is DEFINITELY LONGER. Stay safe tadpoles <3