SARIEL FELT GROUND UNDER HIS FEET. Wind whipped at his face, branches grazed his body.
He was...running? A sense of urgency twisted in his chest, cold claws that drove him further. He couldn't make sense of his surroundings, or even what was going on.
Urgency...what was wrong? He searched his mind, looking for anything that made sense. One feeling was most dominant: he had to protect someone...something.
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Sariel’s eyes snapped open, a bead of sweat rolling off his brow. The fervor he had felt in his dream had translated to the real world.
As he rolled over onto his side, Sariel caught side of his hands. For a second, his heart skipped a beat- they felt wrong. He gasped for breath as he ran a finger across his chest, trying to fight the feeling that his flesh was foreign.
He shook his head. What was he talking about? He clenched his first again, watching the muscles tighten and loosen. Slowly, he began to feel less spacey, and more grounded to himself.
His eyes fell on the clock on the nightstand. He had slept all night without even meaning to.
Sariel swung his legs out, his feet connecting to the carpet. The sensation shocked him, a signal from feet that shouldn't be there.
Sariel hit a fist against his forehead, massaging his temples. No, that's not how he felt. His body wasn't foreign. It was his, it had been for thirty six years.
To think otherwise would be preposterous.
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