I wake up in a panic. It was that same dream again. The rocky field, Damien dead with his blood on my hands, the cruel laugh of the masked figure. I've had it ever since the battle when he got stabbed. I feel a hand on my shoulder and look over at Damien. "I'm ok. I just had a bad dream," I say. "What was it about?" he asks. I decide to lie through my teeth. Because that's how you start a good relationship. "A snake bit Max and he died," I said. "What was the real dream about?" he asks.