Author's Note: This looked so much better in Word. I was a little bored at about, oh, ten past Saturday the other weekend. After have a read through one of the other fic's in here, my boredom turned to inspiration. I have to say, this first part is quite weird, but I put that down to the fact I was writing when I should have been sleeping. Cookies for anyone who can see where this is going (because I sure don't). Comments are very much appreciated. Without further ado, here it is: *** Just a few wisps of cloud floated across the stars. The moon was high and full, bathing the field with a silver glow. A breeze rippled through the long grasses, making them bounce like waves. Beneath the trailing branches of a willow, he sat, alone. "There but for the grace of God," his voice came gargled, red mist forming from his words. "...is it always this cold?" The reply was long in coming, but eventually the shadow beside him spoke. "Not always, some pass in warmth, but all lie in cold eventually." His shirt was heavy and wet, it pushed down and stifled his breathing; yet still his speech was easy. More copper splashed from his mouth and down his chin. "How long have you been there?" "Long enough," the shadow shifted, out of sight, "but not too long." Muffled cries floated of the sea of grass. Yellow shafts of light ran over the boughs above, the tree line looked sinister for the first time. In the distance he could just about see them, small movements in the inky blackness, yellow pin pricks of light bobbing with them. They seemed so far away, but the gasps were so much closer. "Oh, oh please this can't be happening," What was this? Why were their voices so washed out? The woman earlier had been so much clearer, whispering in his ear. "Lae, don't worry... you'll be alright." Somehow it didn't sound right. How can you comfort someone with fear? More lights surrounded him and the moon disappeared. The silver world was almost gone, replaced by fake purples and deeper greys. A hand ran through his crusted hair. Everything was wet and cold still, he was chilled through, and the blanket was sticking to his back. "What...? This blanket... who are you?" Talking was difficult for some reason and his breath was sucking in his chest. The stars were moving overhead, becoming sparser and less vibrant. "Lae, don't worry, we're going to help you. Everything will be fine," the speaker was young, that was for sure. Their voice was breaking, trying to cover their fear. Whoever Lae was, he sure was a lucky guy to have people worrying over him so. The stars were gone now, replaced by a murky purple dust. The shouts faded, all crying out for this mysterious â€˜Lae'. Slowly the world fell apart, the stars took with them the sky and moon. The grass melted away, the wind hushed and all was silent. This new place was not cold, nor warm, it just was. Without direction or purpose, that day's past events unfolded before him. Clearer than crystal, he saw himself to be â€˜Lae', his reason for being in the forbidden forest and Maw, a great, rocky beast rising from the earth to devour him. The ground shook as the monster clawed its way free, felling trees and kicking clouds of dirt into the air. Sheer panic coursed through every inch of his being. Fully forced to relive this terror Lae could feel himself breaking apart.