The dreams Paul had intensified. Ever since Corona had first spoken to him he had such weird dreams on occasion. He couldn't figure them out, but he was always fighting such terrible nightmare-ish creatures. But now they began to make more sense. The sword of light he wielded was the Dreamsabre - Corona's weapon. In the dreams, he must have been Corona. Was Corona's memories flooding into his mind and allowing him to have dreams about Corona's life? He wasn't sure.. but Corona never answered him when he asked.
He awakened slowly the next day with a bit of a headache. His body was also a bit sore. He wasn't sure why, but he blamed it on the rock floor he slept on. He noticed Rae still asleep nearby. He could tell the sun was up because of the dim amount of light in the cave. He decided to stand and walk outside, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Maybe he should try and get some food?
He had little clue about survival in the wildlife, now that he thought about it. The Guardian's Blade couldn't even cut living flesh. And he wasn't about to knock some deer unconscious and beat it to death or some other barbaric thing. Looks like he was left to collecting berries...
