Pyre's dream was dark, he couldn't see very well. Like most of his recent dreams everything was so vivid, something that concerned him greatly, he hadn't expected dreams to be so real.
He was walking along a river, it had clearly been raining because the ground was wet and the river was high. The mud squelched in between his toes, causing him to shiver a bit. Then, the song. It was a melody, rolling up the hill from the river. It was calm, soothing really. There were no words, just humming. Pyre was lulled closer to the haunting tune, as he got closer to the riverside the fog grew thicker, and he never noticed when his ankles entered the rushing river. By now the humming was almost within reach, to the point where he could likely reach out and grab whoever was singing. He squinted at the fog, a shape was barely noticeable. A hourglass figure stood waist deep in the water. The sound resonated from her, Pyre waded out farther, trying to reach the humming girl.
As soon as he got within a few feet, she stopped humming. "Why'd you stop?" He called out. There was no response. "Hello?" He tried again. Still no response. He waded out farther, now up to his knees, maybe ten to fifteen feet away from the girl. Finally, when the water was up to his thighs, and he was right behind the girl could he hear her quiet sobs. They were almost inaudible, but the tears hitting the water, the shaky breaths were what confirmed that she was crying. "Hey, hey, it's gonna be okay." He reached his hand out to put on the girl's shoulder. But she was quick, grabbing his hand and pulling him under. The water was suddenly much deeper, and he was far below the surface. Something invisible had grabbed him and was going for his throat. Pyre flailed, trying to escape the monster's grasp, but it was to no avail. Whatever it was wrapped their ice-cold hand around his throat. He was choking, he scratched at whoever was in front of him. He drew no blood from the monster. Slowly, his limbs went still, the hand withdrew, he felt like he could breathe now.
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