|| Arabella ||

I was riding a horse in my dream in the open field with a clear blue sky over my head. As if to disrupt my peaceful journey, Theo appeared beside me on his black horse, dressed as an evil magician. Along with him came a dark sky and a thunderstorm.

He started to poke my cheek with his antique wand, murmuring something incoherent, but I couldn't hear him.

“What are you saying?” I asked, trying to brush off his wand and straining my ear to hear him over the growling weather.

“... up! Wake up, Annabelle!” he hollered all of a sudden.

My eyes jolted open. But...