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His heart was beating questioningly faster by the minute since recovering from his somewhat needed sleep. He hasn't been sleeping well since the fever started two days ago. It hurt when he snapped his eyes open in the middle of the night. Out of breath, sweating like he ran for miles when in reality it was only a dream. He was trying his best to relax and remember what the night terror was about.
Moving his long black hair away from his faced; remembering the noises and the images dance around him as he braided his hair. Sam Uley was rather failing to calm his nerves for his own good, he needed to, no must tell his mom soon as he could. He saw four possibilities for a great war, he saw a young woman who held herself equal to his own strength with two young man who held power in their eyes.
Then he saw pain and horror in of the two possibilities; in those two pospossibilities the battle was painted with lifeless bodies. The young man with unruly black hair and scar survived in one of possibilities, but his emerald green eyes held sorrow as he scream and search for someone in the rubble of the battlefield. The sun began to set behind him as a group of people appeared to help him search. The other possibility was a young woman with straight flaming red hair was weeping in the middle of the night, you could barely see her with the stars in the skies. As she held three bodies close to her dearly, two of the bodies had determined expressions on their face and one held a small smile. In the background there was green light that barely miss her by four inches as she disappear with the bodies.
He felt their pain as the dream played back to him and he somewhat was confused by this. It was like he knew them as family and wanted to protect them!? Which caused him to be utterly confused and worry more about them. As for other possibilities were different, but there was still blood and bodies. But, in one the trio lived and start to help the wounded people. Then later it showed him happiness and celebration with those around them. Which he was grateful for, but somewhat felt hurt by it.
As for the last possibility it became more clear to him, he saw the woman's face who held so much strength within her. Her hazel eyes showing reject and fear in them as he look at her. He felt a strong pull to her and began to see her from the day she was born to day they would meet. This bond felt like one of siblings; such as if they were given another chance in this lifetime to reunite like brother and sister once more. He seemed to calm down when he heard her speak. She softly spoke " I know you somehow, but don't know why or how. Yet, I trust you completely. "
He spoke out to the darkness in hopes of something. In gruff tiresome voice he said " I don't know if you are out there somewhere, but please survive. I need to know who you are to me and I don't know if you ever get to hear this or not. Still, please keep yourself safe for your family." With that the aching feeling left his chest and left the heat of fever to do more damage to him. He felt the heat everywhere on his body as tears shed down his cheeks; whatever happened to him next didn't matter as much to him. Because somehow he knew after this fever, he would be better than before.