It was almost as if my dream had foreshadowed the series of events that were being revealed. Footsteps of the collection of men quietly crunched the snow beneath their feet. The stillness of the air brought an eerie, heavy feeling to the atmosphere. It was almost as if I could reach out and touch the tension in the air and snap it. Just as in my dream, our feet led us to an open field, similar, but not exactly the same one I had saw in my sleep. It was an oddly relieving feeling knowing that it wasn't exactly like my dream, the ending of it never sat well with me.
We stood at the edge of the clearing, staying in the shadows of the tall trees that were being formed from the light emitting from the moon's surface. An uneasy feeling rose from within me, making me shift from foot to foot with
