Rhona Age 8:
She ran, her hand clutching tightly to the teddy bear, her breath and the sound of her bare feet crunching on the snow beneath her the only sounds. She glanced behind her and screamed when she saw it. It was dark, like a living shadow and it was too fast. Tears stung her cheeks as they slipped from her eyes. She tripped, falling hard and flipped over to see it stalking toward, its sharp teeth dripping with saliva, its milky eyes watching her hungrily. It crouched, readying itself to pounce when a pop filled the silence and it jerked back, its screech so loud she curled into a ball and covered her ears. Please, she thought, I want my mommy, please.
There were more pops and then a sudden silence. She couldn’t bring herself to move, she was too scared. A hand rested on her shoulder and she flinched, whimpering. “Rhona?” She barely heard her name, but she knew that thing couldn’t speak and uncovered her ears, raising her head. “Hello Rhona.” He smiled at her, his eyes warm, his tone gentle. “You’re safe now Rhona.”
“W…who are you?”
He picked her up off the ground, cradling her against his chest. “I’m Antoni, a Dreamwalker.”
“That’s right, I kill nightmares.”
“Just rest Rhona, you’ll be waking soon, but if you ever need me, just call for me.”
She was going to see him. She had too. Kind and gentle Antoni, her guardian angel, her hero. With each passing year she had gone from a child like trust and adoration to a romantic love. The last time she had seen him, she had asked to see him, but he had told her it was impossible, that they were worlds apart, but she had begged him, maybe even to the point of whining, and he had finally relented a little, giving her hints on how to find him. They were cryptic, like riddles, but she knew she could follow them, she knew she could find him and even if he didn’t feel that same about her, she needed to see him in person and thank him for everything he had done.