Time seemed as if it was suspended. She could feel herself being pulled into a familiar dream world. One that she knew, but was always a little different than before. It was as if she was caught between two worlds - one that was real and one that was make-believe.
She lifted her face to the warmth of the sun with a frown. Where had the sun come from? She thought it was snowing. Opening her eyes, she saw the familiar fields of her homeland in the warm months of summer. Turning, she blinked several times until she could see clearly.
“No!” she cried out softly. “I don’t want to leave. Not yet.”
“Rune!” A voice called out excitedly.
She twirled around at the sound of her name to see a young boy running toward her. Her breath caught when she recognized Olaf’s lanky form. A moment later, str
