Well, maybe dreams is the wrong word. Grian doesn't dream. In place of them, he sees his own memories. Usually memories that would warn him of something in the waking world. That's why he was extremely worried when he realized what experience he was re-living.
He was crouched low in the corner of the small building, the cold metal walls pushing against his back. He felt tears streaming down his cheeks, and his hands were clasped over his mouth, trying to silence his crying.
"Gri-on?" The voice called. Grian knew this voice. He hated this voice. "You can't hide from me!" His past self watched in horror as the silhouette of the bunny-eared boy walked into the shed. "I can smell you!"
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FanfictionYour favorite Avian has woken up in a school. Strange. He has to find a way to return home and find his friends. But what he didn't expect is to make a few friends. Or for two old friends to find him. Or for one specific enemy to find him. Yes, this...
