[His screams kick up a notch, more pained and terrified than they were just moments before, as the dream bleeds through with his agony. There was something heart wrenching about them, how they almost sound like death throes as the horror of having to die again takes hold of his heart.
And then as he fades from life in his nightmare, his eyes fly open at the smell of pine and cedar - smells that remind him of playing in the woods or sitting in front of the fire with Edgin.
He shakes and pants eyes, looking around him frantically to see...
What the hell? Pine cones in his face? Wait, wait, wait--]
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And then as he fades from life in his nightmare, his eyes fly open at the smell of pine and cedar - smells that remind him of playing in the woods or sitting in front of the fire with Edgin.
He shakes and pants eyes, looking around him frantically to see...
What the hell? Pine cones in his face? Wait, wait, wait--]
Edgin? Xenk?