Stone Circle And the tears of people ran together

for @Bjarna. Private for now unless others get called in :3

Mist swirled around the tall, grey stones. Their shadows seemed to stretch out, reaching out like dark claws in each and every direction. They shifted as the light above moved and swayed, as though batted by an eagle's wing. Like a white eye, the sun looked down from directly above the circle, but seemingly also from within it- which was how the shadows were cast in every direction. There was the scent of burnt earth, even in the foggy haze. 

Vines grew at the base of the stones, but quickly they grew. The boy watched the vines grow up the stones, until he could feel them growing up his legs, holding him still. He panicked. He felt rooted to the spot, helpless and confused. The sun could not be in the middle of the stones! Why was this happening, and how? Vines could not grow so fast! Something was creeping up him, crawling up and holding him still. He could not run, he could not move! The vines began to squeeze, making it harder and harder for him to breathe.

In his sleep, he wheezed faintly. The cawing of a crow jolted him awake, and he panted softly for a moment. It was a dream. Another one. He wasn't sore or short of breath, really...It had all been in his head, hadn't it? 

He lifted himself, shook off a soft layer of snow, and headed for the circle of stones. The morning sun was bright, but the grey clouds above diffused the light. He blinked a bit, and sat with his back to one of the stones where it cast its shadow over him, almost protectively. He tried to sort out his dreams...But the more he thought about it, the less he remembered.