I wake up startled. I'm lying in the forest on the ground. I let out a shaky breath. My fists were clutched tightly. I release them. 

"God, not that dream again." I rub my face.

For the past few months, I've only dreamed the same dream over and over again. The dream of a beast with red eyes and white fangs. I think it killed my birth mother. I grip my arms. The dream has always been terrifying. I haven't had a decent sleep in so long. I shakily stand up. I look around. 

Nothing much just the woods. Then I see men coming. Men in armor. I put my mask back on. They approach me. Oh, the cultivators. They look like they're from Cloud Recess. They were dressed like a man I once knew. Lan Zhan or was it La Wangi?

 Whatever his name was I remember him well. I remember how he looked down on me. Yet, his eyes always look at me. I know his eyes. I know how they make me feel. Warm not cold. I remember how he always wore the same clothes. White like snow or as if he's constantly going to a funeral. I remember his face always never smiling. Kind of sad. I remember everything about him. I remember how he grabbed me as I fell to my death. 

They run pass the woods where I am. They weren't even interested in me. That's a first. I hear a noise behind me. I pull out my sword and I swing it to a man's neck.