(BD has my full permission to use my post for social media. I would like to be credited under my username: LunaticLove)<br/><br/>Laurent hadn't slept but four hours total in the past fifty-six hours. He couldn't remember why he was in the forest, several miles from his tent if he remembered correctly but that<i>song. That voice. </i>It whispered to him a sweet lullaby that soothed his aching soul and he needed to get closer. If he could just find the source of that song maybe he could sleep tonight. His feet shuffled in the soft clover that bedded the forest floor, moonlight glinting overhead to show that he was, in fact, only wearing soft slippers rather than his typical boots. His blonde hair had become even lighter in the silver rays of the full moon to a blanket of white over tops of his ears and across his forehead. He was a short slim man, his frame covered in dark cotton pants and a golden tunic a size too big for him. His sword which typically adorned his waist was no where to be found and he felt slightly naked without its familiar weight. He looked to be around twenty-five years old though the lines on his forehead showed the stress he shouldered each day. He had been working non-stop the past few days to finally,<i>finally </i>get a solid strategy to win the upcoming battle at the boarder of Silvia and hopefully end this damned war before more of his men - brothers, sons, fathers - died needlessly.<br/><br/>The voice lured him closer still as he stumbled over the gnarled roots of the trees that had grown thicker. His eye lids felt as heavy as his feet that barely lifted from the ground to carry him forward. If he had not been so exhausted, so utterly ready to collapse, he would have never stepped into the small circle of mushrooms but he had barely noticed the ring of them tucked between the clovers. The voice surrounded him in its sweet embrace as the wind began to pick up sweeping the leaves around him into a frenzied storm that blocked the world from his view. He tried to step out of the chaos around him but the wind knocked him to his knees, crashing around him like an angered opponent. As quickly as it had come it all faded away leaving him surround by crumbling stone in the place of the dense trees he were among just a moment before. Even exhausted his war sharpened mind jumped into the habit of scanning his surrounding automatically. Within the damp walls were three other people, two females and another male from the quick glanced he had caught. There were doors that he presumed led out of the cathedral but were shut tight. He was still on he knees against the rough stone flooring but a tree of golden leaves curled towards the sky above him, soft lights dancing just out of arms reach.<br/><br/>This had to be one of the weirdest dream that Laurent had ever had.