17 The Eagle and The Second Sight

I slept the entire night, but couldn't keep Mom's story from creeping into my mind. Unsurprisingly, my dad was there. It was a strange dream, mystifying even. We were walking in a golden garden full of decaying apple trees. Dad was walking me down a path explaining a story to me. Although, I couldn't understand him.

Above us, night walkers were flying scooping low and trying to grab me.

“Don't worry, little apple tree they can't touch you.” His voice came out in a deep echo. For the first time I noticed he was glowing in and out of focus.

“Where are we?” I asked, my voice echoing as well. “You're dream… the only place you'll remember me.” Like magic he disappeared and my world turned to chaos. The trees had died and the gold turned to dirt and the night walkers attacked and an all too familiar serpent slithered towards me.