EPOV:

A flood of relief overtook me when I saw his face rushing towards me

He mistook my tears for fear, and looked at me in horror. Of course, I was keeping up with my persona of a blabbering idiot like I had been acting lately. I found it so sweet that he didn't seem to get annoyed with me.

I laughed as I stood up quickly and jumped into his arms, nearly knocking him over in my haste. He hugged me tightly, kissing my head, my hair, my face, anywhere he could reach.

I cried the whole time, filled with joy when I thought about him, or maybe relief that we had made it through our most recent ordeal.

We stood in each others arms, just comforting, for who knows how long.

After a while, he asked, "Are you tired?" in the sweetest, most gentle tone I had ever heard.

"Sort of. Well, not really." He knew me better than that.

I wavered on my feet, he supported my weight. He sighed. "Enna…"

I snorted. "Fine, yes. I'm very, very tired," I half spoke, half slurred.

"Good, because so am I." He sighed loudly.

He sat down on the ground with a thud and lie back. He pulled on my hand.

I rested myself as close to him as I could physically go without sitting on him, molding myself to his side. I rested my head on his chest.

I felt my eyelids droop slowly.

I lost consciousness slowly and sank into a deep, dream-filled sleep.

It's too bad not all dreams are good.

We were running through a large castle.

He held my hand, throwing quick glances behind him the whole time, looking for something. I didn't turn around to look.

Panic made his eyes wide, and he was constantly screaming, "Enna! Run, you have to run!"

Then, he was gone from my side, vanished, and I was looking out a window of a tall tower of the unfamiliar stone castle.

I was in a long, flowing deep red dress, eerily close to the color of blood, with gold decorating the tight bodice. I wore my tiara on my head, which was done up in a long braid down my back, not knowing how I had gotten there. The sudden wind blew my bangs about my face, and the sky was dark with black clouds and lightning.

I heard Finn scream, and I searched for him near the front of the castle. He looked like a speck from this distance, to the west of my tower. He held up a long sword, turned away from me, glaring at something I couldn't see. He was tensely in a fighting stance.

I tried to scream his name, but couldn't. My voice wouldn't come, no matter how desperately I willed it to.

I heard my mother and father arguing outside the door in the tower's stairway. I didn't try to decipher what they were saying.

When I looked back to Finn, he was running for his life. I heard a sick, loud noise. A crack in the castle's floor raced across the ground, directly behind him. It was spreading rapidly across the stone ground, swallowing up everything it touched.

He stopped and looked up towards my tower. His frightened eyes looked with my own as I tried to scream hysterically, but I could do nothing.

I saw him fall into the trench, and I knew he was gone forever.

I woke up from my nightmare, once I heard my own bloodcurdling screaming, and someone covered my mouth with their hand, trying to quiet me. It didn't work for either of us. I tried to pull my face away from their grasp, but they held tight. I bit them, but they just cursed and used their body to stop my trashing. They had me pinned, and all I could manage to do was wail and screech more.

I snapped from my post-nightmare fog and felt him next to me.

Once again, I was a mess, sobbing and clutching on to Finn. I really normally wasn't such a mess.

He comforted me, and I couldn't even so much as choke out a response.