In the middle of the night, Dracaena woke up gasping. Her trembling fingers touched the beads of sweat on her forehead.
"It was just a dream." Dracaena consoled her trembling heart. It was a horrible dream where she stood in the middle of dead bodies. Her body was dripping with thick dark blood, but the stubbornness did not falter from her vigilant eyes.
"Dee, did you have a nightmare?" To Dracaena's surprise, the light in her room flicked on, and her grandmother walked in with a smile.
"Grandma, when did you return from the demon realm?" Dracaena felt comforted after seeing her grandmother. Throughout her childhood, her grandmother was the only one who remained by her side and consoled her.
"I returned not long ago. Did you see your parents?" The old lady gently hugged her.
"No. I saw something else." Dracaena had never seen this type of dream, and the thought of it horrified her.
