The Dream
Dirk dreamed of a pair of golden eyes staring at him hungrily through a white fog. The eyes glowed balefully, looking for him, seeking him, hunting him. Dirk knew he had to get away, to escape those terrible, pitiless eyes, for they were coming for him and him alone. That thought filled him with terror, a dreadful fear that gripped his dark soul in a vice of horror, a fear he wasn’t used to experiencing. He was vulnerable here, trapped in the body of a little human boy. He had lost his powers. This thing, this monster with its awful eyes of yellow doom—it was coming for him, and it would destroy him forever!
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e woke with a start. It was just a dream. He’d been woken by one of the human females they called a “nurse.” She placed something they called “breakfast” in front of him—eggs, bacon, toast. He
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