The scene playing out before her very eyes was too familiar and too strange for her to even begin to look away. It was the war that monster had brought on everyone she had loved, but it was the war if they had been continued losing. If nothing had changed in their fight. And in this dream she had no way to change things or stop what was happening around her. Only stare in horror...
Until a voice seemed to snap her out of it. She hadn't even noticed him crouching at her side or the hand he offered her. She mentally chided herself for missing such an obvious thing, what if he was an enemy?
She had gotten lucky he wasn't. In fact... something about the strange boy seemed to calm her, like she could shut out the rest of the world and focus on him.
After a moment of hesitation, in-grained in her over years of developing a flight response, Hope reaches out to take his hand, standing up at the edge of the cliff and nodding her head. "All right," is all she can seem to manage to say.
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Until a voice seemed to snap her out of it. She hadn't even noticed him crouching at her side or the hand he offered her. She mentally chided herself for missing such an obvious thing, what if he was an enemy?
She had gotten lucky he wasn't. In fact... something about the strange boy seemed to calm her, like she could shut out the rest of the world and focus on him.
After a moment of hesitation, in-grained in her over years of developing a flight response, Hope reaches out to take his hand, standing up at the edge of the cliff and nodding her head. "All right," is all she can seem to manage to say.