I feel as though I am floating, but not like when I'm in a pool or lake. I feel as though my body is simply suspended. I haven't opened my eyes yet, afraid of what I might see. I take a few deep breaths, wanting to calm myself before I move. I need to open my eyes. I need to see what is happening. When my eyes do flutter open, it's awful. There's white snow falling, but as soon as it touches the ground, it's crimson. I suddenly realize I'm the one staining the ground. Blood seeps from various wounds. Oddly, I'm in a long satin dress, white all the way down, only the bottom is stained crimson too. My heart is racing. This is where I was shot! Where's Bastan? I look frantically around the clearing, not seeing my friend or my enemy.
A dream maybe? The wounds hurt though. I place my hands on
