I feel asleep that night in ryder's arms with zander beside us. he had become more of a brother. i smiled because i knew everything would be alright in the end. Harry would get over it and maybe we could still be friends. slowly i shut my eyes and the dreams started.
The ice blue moon set a cascade of rays over the dew covered fields, making it seem as if stars dotted the grass. I knelt in the grass with the cold wind beating against me. I wished for a coat, or a warm place, but I didn't know where I was.
I stood up, hugging myself. My head swivelled around, surveying the scene. Behind me, I found Ryder. He was impaled with a pure white sword with a silver hilt. Blood dripped down it, a stark contrast of red and white. He stared at me blankly, then smiled.
"My baby." He whispered, and touched my stomach.
I lookded down and saw a black sword, through where the baby should be. Through my stomach.
I screamed and fell back. I tried to pull it out but it was stuck. THE BABY THE BABY. My head was reeling. Ryder fell forward into and melded away into the ground. The grass still whispered,
'My baby, my baby.'
