Dream sat in the shadows, watching ’s every move and pattern, practically studying everything. Everything they did was perfect in his eyes. How they spoke, how they dressed..everything. It drove him to madness whenever anyone else other than him was in their presence. He needed them, he wanted them. He would have them, and he would have them all to himself.

continued to practice shooting their arrows as they stopped to talk to someone who visited them. A ‘friend’, supposedly.