Rachel looked around her surrooundings. She was in a small cleaing, and outside it was the hickest forest she had seen. She didn't feel trapped, though. The forest seemed more to keep him out than to hold her in.
It was peacful in the clearing, with just enough sun to light it. She could tell, though. He was going to come and ruin this one, too. That stupid jerk. She hadn't had a pleasant dream in 4 years.
The sun died, and it was night again. Perfect setting. Here was where he always came, and he didn't dissapoint. A thick bush on the other side of the clearing went up in flames, and he jumped over it. The bush lit some nearby trees, and soon the entire forest was swallowed.
He tried to step forward, but couldn't It was like there was a barrier between them. He threw fire, rocks, and nearby trees at her, to no avail. He screamed and yelled, continuing to hurtle nearby objects at her, but nothing got threw. Eventually he gave up, and the fire died. The second he was gone the sun came back up.
Rachel layed down in the grass, and sighed in relief. Something about this little clearing made her feel safe. She didn't want to leave.