That night, I tried to sleep but I was haunted in my dreams by recollections of the tragic event that happened in the past.
I stood in the center of a clearing in the woods, confused. I had no idea why I was there. Father hadn't said a word to me— he just carried me through the woods, his grip iron-tight around me. His face was carved from stone, unreadable.
He wasn't alone. A beautiful, familiar woman stood in front of him.
There was tension crackling between them, and a sense of urgency between them, like they were racing against an invisible timer. They spoke in a hushed tone, uttering words I couldn't make out.
Everything after that was vague, until…
A burst of light suddenly blinded my vision, knocking the air out of my lungs. I fell to the ground, my ears ringing.
When the light faded, they were both lying motionless on the ground. Panic gripped me as I rushed to my father's side and shook him. But he was unresponsive, and his skin grew cold.
