Getting to a stopping point! …Yeah, there’s a book in there.
Two nights later
The dream was familiar and strange at the same time, like it had happened before, but he hadn’t kept the memory.
He was in the forest again, right back at the hole in the ground. No sun or moon in the sky, but he could see from the light coming from underground. It wasn’t a bad light — it was green, but the honest green of leaves and living things, not sorcery and chaos — but it wasn’t natural, either. Or at least something else didn’t want it there. The wind itself hissed at the presence of this bright trespasser, and Gregor did not like the way that the light pulsed back. He’d heard of light being ‘angry,’ but thought it was just a saying. At least in the confines of this dream, it was far too real.
At least the light wasn’t angry at him. The wind, though? No, the wind was definitely not on his side, from the way that it was plucking at his limbs and raising the stink of distant mucks in his nostrils —
Gregor jerked awake, to find Seamstress grabbing his arm with one hand, and shushing him with the other. “Quiet!” she murmured, not quite hissing. “Michael needs you.” She swallowed once. “Bandits.”