The wind began to blow around him, as if pieces of life were escaping from every crack. The soft flowers surrounding him turned to spikes and thorns, and they rose around him in an upheaval. The dark figure before him began to fade away, becoming less and less of a person as the winds strengthened. He held in his hand the Tenseiga, which now seemed only like a useless stick… a horrible looking thing in his hand, like a disease he wanted to thrust far away from him, but it was bound to his hand. Suddenly all hell was let loose, and the wind around him escaped and swirled in a violent torrent…
The forest was calm. He sat up, and everything was as he left it. He could feel the cold sweat on his face. Not again, he thought, don't leave me alone again. Yet he knew that it was only a nightmare.
But it wouldn't stop.
With all his power in the world, he couldn't stop his dreams form haunting him.
"Kagura…" He turned to look up at the sky, but the moon was gone that night, and the starts were dim. "Where will I go from here?..."