The Sentinels I had a dream last night,

Further did she go, the more another followed. Stormy eyes glanced backwards as they dwelved further into the trees, but she did not act just yet. Hiding or not, the smell could never disappear, nor' the sound of the autumn ground crunching beneath. Only when, Umbra assumed was the middle of the dead forest, did she turn around and commanded,

"Who are you to follow me?"