Neil Hadesson
Twenty years later
I have always been a heavy sleeper, but tonight is different. My dreams have been plagued by a peculiar figure for as long as I can remember: a young girl around my age with flowing hair, giggling just out of reach, leading me toward a moonlit forest. Her voice is like a melody I heard once in a forgotten lullaby, echoing through the trees. The dreamscape is eerily serene, with the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl piercing the silence.
My heart pounds as I recognize the towering trees and the winding path that leads to the lake. Lykos, that’s where I am. I would know this place anywhere. Each time I visited family in Lykos, this dream would come to me. Safe in the Underworld with my parents and siblings, I never dreamed about th
