[Zane Eliezer’s POV]
“Young Eliezer, wake up! Come on, get a hold of yourself and get up!” I heard Diren calling out to me impatiently.
I heard a fine shrill noise ring in my head. Gasping, I opened my eyes. Panting, I sprung on the bed. I stared at him blankly for some time, then looked at my chest, completely baffled. Differentiating reality from dream was so difficult, the pain was so real that I thought I was actually dead.
“Young Eliezer, what is it?” Diren was in his human form. Sitting beside me, clasping my shoulders, he looked at me with tensed brows.
I took in deep breaths and relaxed at first. He handed me a glass of water. Finishing with the water, I said, “I had a nightmare.”
“What nightmare?”
“I died.”
“What!” He snapped. “What kind of? Who killed you? Were they like
