The Battle 30.2

There was a bright, blinding light. It seemed to be the morning sun, its warmth soothing her soul. 

Vione wasn't alone. Next to her was Usher, always holding her hand. They were talking, laughing, when suddenly a scene made her eyes widen. 

"Sylvia, come back! Don't go too far! Oh, God! Silas, can you go after her?"

Usher pulled Vione into his arms. "Don't worry, she won't get lost. They're smart kids." 

"Usher," Vione groaned, pressing her lips together and raising her hand to point. "That's too-" 

Vione frowned. Something was holding her hand. Something was stroking the back of her hand, squeezing her fingers. "U-Usher." 

"Vione? Are you awake?" 

Usher's voice echoed in her head, like the buzzing of a thousand bees, driving that beautiful memory from her mind. It made her slightly dizzy and she moaned softly. 

"Vione? Can you hear my voice?" 

Vione frowned and slowly opened her eyes. She