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Chapter Two: Clive's POV

"Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; and thus the native hue of resolution is sicklied o'erwith the pale cast of thought."

I decided not to mention Luke's nightmare to the professor. After all, it is quite common for children to have nightmares, why would this situation be any different? Also, if Luke himself was concerned, he would let the Professor know. He didn't speak to me about it, nor I to him. Surely it was just a one night thing, right?

Wrong.

Luke had continued to have nightmares for the next couple of nights. Flora still managed to sleep through them all, so I continued to wake Luke up. And my nightly reading was now almost non-existent.

Tonight, the Professor is out again giving another lecture for a night class at the university.

"Stop! Please leave me be! Let me go!"

I sighed and stood up and went straight to Luke's bedroom. I heard him sobbing and whimpering through the door. "What is going on?" I thought. "Luke! Wake up!" I began, shaking his shoulder. This one was definitely more violent; he was frantically thrashing about.

"Get off of me!" Luke cried out. "Luke calm down! It's only a dream! Please wake!" I continued.

SLAP!

I blinked and backed away, aware of a stinging sensation on my lower left cheek. Did he just slap me? Luke had a dumbfounded expression on his face; he was just as shocked as I was. "At least he's awake," I thought.

Luke was panting, and then he looked in my direction. "Oh my! C-Clive! I-I am s-so sorry," Luke stammered, "I d-didn't k-know..." He trailed off, and more tears escaped. He turned away.

"It's alright, Luke. Hey, calm down now. 'Twas only a dream," I said softly and put my arms around him. He sniffled. I wiped a few tears away with my thumb. "You slap quite hard for a boy your age." A small smile appeared on his face, but then it disappeared. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. I chuckled. "Don't worry about it, Luke."

"Luke, what was your nightmare about?" I inquired a minute later.

Silence. "N-Nothing," he replied, well lied I guess. "I highly doubt that. You slapped me quite hard! Was something attacking you?" He nodded slowly, but did not go into detail. Instead, he asked "Are you going to tell the Professor?"

I sighed. "It is not mine to tell. You should go back to sleep."

Luke laid his head back and pulled the blankets up. He buried his face in his bear.

"Goodnight," I said exiting the room.

As I lay in my room, staring at the ceiling, I pondered what Luke could be dreaming about...