Sam's perspective

I'm running. Far away from the exploding house, I am with six and four. I don't remember what happened, other than screaming and the blood trickling down my forehead. Six grabs my hand and I feel electricity race through me, or just the fact that I'm invisible now. I glance over at her and smile. Before I understand what I'm doing, I'm running faster than both of them. They are just dragging behind me.

"SAM! SLOW DOWN!" Four shouts over the still exploding house. I try to stop, but I can't. I go faster, and faster, my legs don't even hurt.

"SAM, YOU BASTARD! YOU'RE GOING TO GET US KILLED!" Six's voice gets my heart beating more. I'm running faster than anything or anyone can go. Then, I stop. I'm somehow in a little girly room. I look around. Trying to figure out where I am.

"Hey. Who are you?" A stern, yet young voice calls out to me. I turn and see a small girl holding a knife aimed at me. I stare at her. "Who are you?" I open my mouth to speak, but only soap bubbles out. I double over fighting the urge to throw up. "You're Sam." I raise my head accordingly and nod. How does she know? "I'm Maren. It's nice to see you again."

"Maren?" I ask, not familiar with the name.

"It's okay. You'll know soon enough."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing," Maren concludes, "C'mon. Sit down. I want someone to play with." I sit down as she wishes. After a minute, she crosses her legs on the bed and carefully sets down the dagger.

"Can you tell me if I know you or not? You look strongly familiar."

"I can be whoever you want me to be." I raise an eyebrow confused. "This is your dream after all. If it was mine, I'd be in a battlefield fighting against the Mogs." She rests her head in her hands thinking about it.

"So I made you up? Does that mean you don't actually exist?" I wonder aloud. Maren stares at me for a moment.

"I remind you of someone. So I could be." She looks at her hands. "You should wake up. Maybe then you'd find out…" I start to ask her more questions, when my surroundings begin to blur. I open my eyes, and see Six shaking my shoulders.

"Sam, we're going to head outside to practice. Want to come?"

I rise from the bed and look at her. She's wearing a white tank top and black jeans. Her hair is pulled back and looks sweaty.

"What kind of dream were you having?"

"Why?" I ask, "What do you mean?"

"I don't know. You were whispering something." She pauses, "Whatever. Meet you outside." Six walks out the door of the small house. I gaze at her until she's gone and I get up. I know if I go practice with them, I'll be injured and bruised. But something always keeps me going.