This dream shit was getting annoying. Azalea was never one to particularly fall for the mystical and magical, even silently making fun of the religious nutjobs she ran into. She might find them entertaining, maybe even interesting at times...but none of it was REAL....right?

Yet this dream felt different. It felt more...real. More interactive. She was given a choice, and she stepped through the second door. Her eyes adjusted, and she walked into a world of a great tree and threatening wraiths. She knew that these wraiths needed to be driven back. She knew the reason was so important, and it flooded her like never before.

She had been feeling weird as of late. Very weird, and her movement was not as it usually was. She did not realize what was happening to her body, slowly but surely, after her encounter with the exploding mouse. Something had invaded her mind, and in a days time she would be something different entirely. Azalea rushed then, her paws wobbly which brought her great frustration. She carried on, and sought to fight the nearest wraith that dare get in her path.