“When did you learn to do that?” Dean inquired while they stood right behind us. His mouth dropped open after he saw me use that kind of power—power over nature. "H-how?"
I came and hugged him. “Dean, you should know by now: I'm not just a child of Morpheus; I'm not proud of it but I'm also—”
“My child.” Pan cut in as we all jerked our heads behind us. He smirked as his hooves tapped the floor, walking towards us while we took a step back. “Welcome back, my son, my Rafael!”
My hands glowed as I stared at his smirking face. I felt the surge of power again, coming out from me as I trembled with my hands gleaming brightly, the same as Morpheus' true form in my dream. Pan tilted his head and gazed at me, he waved his hand as roots burst from the ground, pushing Dean and L
