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He sees four shapes, curled up in sleep next to a smouldering campfire. One is twitching and moaning in his sleep, eyes opening and shutting unseeingly to reveal a green, ethereal glow. Another has her fists scrunched up tight, biting down on her lip so hard that blood has welled out to mix with her purple lipstick. Yet another has her fiery hair in disarray, tossing and turning with an occasional small cry. The last has tear tracks down his cheeks, and a hand reaches out pleadingly.
Four different characters. A hero, a Goth, a caring sister, and a techno-geek. Four different lives, thrown together for better or worse. One would think that only the green-eyed hero would have these nightmares; for that is what a hero lives with, is it not? But the cloaked figure watching knew, that all of them had their own nightmares, and he knew with his ageless soul that they were too young to have to deal with this.
But he also knew that upon these four shoulders rested the balance of time itself.
So he watched, while the four wrestled with their demons in the cold wilderness.