Kyle trudged down the academy pathway, rubbing his eyes as a yawn threatened to split his face in half.
The warehouse nightmare had come again last night.
Flashes of that stitched mask.
The coppery smell of blood.
The crushing weight of failure pressing down on his chest.
It was Less intense this time, but still enough to leave him restless.
'Gotta get used to this.'
He knew worse was coming.
More blood.
More battles.
No point dwelling on it now.
Just as he opened his mouth for another yawn—
WHACK!
A sharp slap between his shoulder blades nearly sent him stumbling forward.
"Sleepwalking again, Valemont?"
Kyle spun around to see Luna Starfrost grinning up at him.
Her short white hair catching the morning light. Her black eyes sparkled with mischief.
As she rocked back on her heels, hands clasped behind her back.
"Luna," Kyle groaned, rubbing his back. "What was that for?"
"Your zombie impression was too convincing," she said, falling into step beside him.
