Raven came to with the distinct feeling that one would have when they woke from a falling nightmare. She stared at the light sky for many minutes before finally deciding to sit up.
The grass below her was soft, a deep green that made her feel just a little better about the nightmare. Raven touched her head gently, as if she could tell something had happened, but couldn't place the thing that had happened.
Her temples stung when her fingers made contact, but she chalked it up to another night of...