Chapter 1

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Sophie woke up to a scream. She couldn't tell who it was, but she didn't like it. She quickly sat up, to realize the screams were her own. Grady, Edaline, and Sandor, her goblin bodyguard, rushed in.

"Are you okay Sophie? Where's the threat?" asked Sandor in his high, squeaky voice. He pointed his spear frantically all around him. Sophie could see the worry on her parents' faces.

"It's okay Sandor, the only threat around here are my nightmares," she replied reluctantly. The second those words came out of her mouth, her parents ran over and crushed her with a bear hug. Sandor quietly exited the room.

"Would you... like to talk about it?" asked Edaline, after a while of just sitting there and crushing her. Sophie looked at both of her parents. She could see that they didn't really want to talk about it. She's been having nightmares pretty frequently, ever since her first year here in the Elven World. She didn't want to worry her parents even more, so she simply replied, "No." She noticed that they let out a breath of relief.

"Well," said Grady, while giving Sophie one last squeeze before he got off her bed. "Breakfast is ready when you are, kiddo. Come down as soon as you're ready."

"Or, you could eat here if you like." said Edaline, giving her daughter a kiss on her head as she got up. Sophie really didn't want to get up, but she knew she had to.

" No, it's okay. I'll come eat with you guys downstairs. I'll just be a few minutes." she replied.

"Of course," Grady and Edaline chimed. They all shared a look and started laughing. Before both of her parents left her room, Grady said to hurry up because he didn't want to eat a cold breakfast.

Sophie smiled while she watched her parents walked down the stairs, laughing. It made her feel good inside. Yes, it took a long time for Havenfield to finally feel like home, but it was worth it.

When her parents reached the bottom, she closed the door and practically dashed to her imparter. Even though it was just a dream, or a nightmare in this case, she had to be sure. She could not lose him again. Not this time, she told herself. 

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