The forest was a beautiful sight to see at this time of year.

The sunlight shone through the lush, ancient trees. Various beautiful and exotic flowers were blooming, bathing in the sunlight. A light breeze brushed the tall green grass, picking up some florets and sending them dancing in the air with some insects that were flying around. The colorful birds were singing their songs and little critters were running around minding their own daily businesses.

The forest's beauty was heart-warming.

A lone yordle was sitting on a tree stump amidst all this and enjoying the peace and quiet. Teemo often came to this spot when he needed to clear his mind after a long mission or when he wanted to get away from everybody and just be alone with his own thoughts.

He knew this forest like the back of his hand - every bush, every tree, every location of poison flowers hidden deep in the forest, not to mention lots of other places that only he knew about. Maybe to some this place would seem dangerous and even scary, especially at night, but to Teemo the forest was a sanctuary of sorts. Most importantly it was his "territory"; nobody could defeat him here. He felt safe here.

Yet...

Right now he felt... As if something or someone was watching him.

At the exact moment a cold, harsh wind blew in Teemo's back, making his body shiver for a brief second and forcing him to open his eyes. Teemo stood up and jumped off the tree stump.

Landing on the ground he could hear faint movement somewhere on his left side.

"Alright. Let's see how good you are."

Teemo carefully started to walk forward. As he walked the unknown figure started to advance to its next location, making as less noise as possible. Thanks to yordles' natural advanced hearing - Teemo quickly pinpointed the location of the unknown figure and suddenly stopped. As he stopped so did the figure.

"Clever."

Not wanting to waste anymore time, Teemo reached towards his blowgun and readied a paralyzing dart. As he reached for his blowgun the same freezing, cold wind blew out of nowhere hitting him in the back again and making him loose his footing for a brief moment. The strong gust of wind whistled around trunks, disturbing the leaves and making all the birds fly away in terror.

"Where is this wind coming from? It doesn't make any sense. "

As the wind died down, Teemo slowly straightened knowing that during so much noise the figure had a huge advantage and made its move. Arming the dart he listened carefully, trying to figure out where the stalker was.

Not a single sound... After the wind completely died down, it seemed that it took away every other sound with it. Teemo could hear his own heart beating at a slow pace and nothing else.

"This is impossible... What's going on? Where are you?" The scout slowly scanned the area before him, finding nothing.

Something clicked in Teemo's mind, "Unless..." He took a sharp inhale and quickly turned around to the tree stump aiming his blowgun.

Teemo was expecting some odd creature, maybe even a human, but there on the tree stump stood a small yordle with a very determined look on his face. The kid yordle looked like a spitting image of Teemo the only difference is that the kid's fur was white as snow and the spot around his left eye was gray.

Seizing the moment, the kid swiftly jumped from the tree stump and managed to tackle the confused adult, knocking the blow gun away. Teemo fell back on the ground with the kid landing on his stomach.

The scout lifted his head to have a better look at his attacker. Teemo's blue eyes were met with the boy's hazel colored ones and a huge smile that could rival Ziggs'. The previous serious, determined look was replaced with a look of pure joy and victory.

"I did it! I finally did it!" The kid started to jump up and down as if he drank ten cups of coffee, "I finally managed to sneak up on you!"

"...What?" The confused scout slowly stood up still looking at the over excited little yordle.

"I can't wait to tell mom about this!" The kid picked up Teemo's discarded blowgun and handed it to him.

Hesitating Teemo took his blowgun, but before he could ask the kid anything, the little yordle grabbed Teemos free hand and started pulling it.

"Come on, let's go!"

Teemo finally managed to open his mouth. "W-Where?"

"Home!" the kid replied enthusiastically.

The confused scout stood still, completely lost. "Home?"

"What's got into you? Come on dad, let's GO!"

Teemo abruptly woke up and for some time looked at the wooden ceiling of his house thinking about the dream he just had. Was it supposed to mean something? The forest, the cold wind, the little yordle. Did he see him somewhere? Was it was somebody he knew or maybe saw at some point? What boggled his mind the most was that the kid called him 'dad'.

"His eyes... They looked... Familiar."

Rubbing his eyes he threw off the bed sheets and got out of bed. True to Tristana's words he felt a lot better than he was for the past couple of weeks. He still felt a little tired and weak, but the head splitting headache was gone and he didn't shiver. Smiling to himself he noticed that it was still pretty dark even though it was almost eight o'clock in the morning.

"That's odd."

Without making a single sound he approached the window and peeked through the curtains. Dark clouds were forming above the forest completely blocking the sun. Thunder was booming somewhere in the distance indicating that it will rain at any moment. Teemo also noticed that the air became much chillier. Not a very welcoming morning to say the least.

Leaning back he looked at his fireplace. "I'll have to bring some wood to keep ourselves warm later on."

Teemo glanced at Tristana who was still sleeping, curled up in his bunny pajamas. It appears that even though those pajamas looked cozy, they didn't provide much warmth.

The scout swiftly went to his bed and took the extra blanket that he used and carefully laid it on his sleeping friend.

Teemo took some of his clothes and tip-toed to the kitchen closing the door behind him. After he dressed he noticed that the kitchen was spotless.

"Wow, this place hasn't been this clean since I moved in here."

He smiled knowing that Trist will sleep for two or three more hours so he will have plenty of time to prepare something to eat. Something nice.

Usually when I was sick, I had really odd dreams. Some made sense; some were so weird I was afraid to go to sleep for the rest of the night. Dreams are a fun thing to write and I wanted to make Teemos dream a little longer, but I think it came out alright as it is.

Leave a comment if you like it and thank you for reading.