Nox's eyes snapped open to the darkness of the forest, the dream still clinging to him like cobwebs he couldn't shake, the old anger churning in his gut thick and familiar and hot enough to make his jaw clench before he was even fully awake.
"Damn it all," he cursed, his voice a low growl that was swallowed by the night as he pushed himself into a sitting position, his muscles protesting with a constant ache from sleeping on the hard ground, but the physical discomfort was nothing compared to the mental weight of those old memories dragging themselves back into his head uninvited and unwelcome. The fire burned down to a small pile of embers that gave off a faint red light, barely enough to see by, and the forest around their little camp was dark and quiet and full of shadows that moved at the edges of his vision.
