Dionysus Dausel's Point Of View
I am in the middle of a field, and it is a vast space, an evergreen. I know a place like this, I've seen it on the Internet— Grindelwald. It is also a place in Switzerland. Yea, Switzerland. Am I in Switzerland?
Roaming my eyes around, I realized that I am alone. No one is around aside from me. The sky is blue, with white clouds dancing, and I could not see the sun, but its daylight.
"Dion, darling?"
I froze on where I am standing when I heard that voice, that familiar voice I have never heard for so long. My heart thumps and it lurches up to my throat as my eyes started watering. Slowly, I turn to where that sweet, soothing voice is coming from.
And there she is, Victoria Dausel, my mother. With her angelic and motherly smile, her
