Harry could still feel the clan chief's gaze as he drew his sword at the man's body. Those eyes seemed to invite Harry to follow him to hell. Harry's body seemed to be on fire, feeling stinging and pain all over his body. It was then that Harry's body seemed to have crashed and fallen with unbearable pain.
The pain made him open his eyes. For a moment, he didn't know where he was. Harry realized this wasn't the tent he had been living in, and this wasn't the palace he had lived in either. Sensing someone sleeping beside him, Harry turned his head to see who it was. He was very surprised when a woman he had longed for lay beside him with her eyes closed. She lay on her side towards Harry, allowing her to see the face freely.
Is this just a dream? Just like when he met the clan chief? Harry thought.
Enduring the pain, Harry raised his hand and touched the woman's cheek. Rubbing it slowly, enjoying the smooth and soft texture in the palm of his hand.
