The way we talk to our children becomes their inner voice.
But Zane had no children, and his inner voice didn't sound like his parents as well.
It had been only a few seconds since he drifted to sleep but Zane's rest didn't sit right with the universe
Zarkovian.
Zarkovian.
Zarkovian.
Whispers rang inside his mind and when they reached their loudest…
ZARKOVIAN!
"Haaahh!"
Zane jolted from his sleep.
All heads jerked towards him as Jammy came running.
Zane panted heavy breaths as he was covered in sweat.
"What happened?" Jammy asked, holding Zane's shoulders.
Zane caught his breath.
He looked around and the current situation returned to him.
"How long was I unconscious?" He asked.
"Normal people call it sleeping but fine. You slept for a minute or two." Jammy replied.
Zane wiped his forehead.
"I am fine."
"A dream?" Hena asked.
Zane sighed. "Nightmare."
"Forget it. That's normal. You really need sleep." Jammy said and pushed Zane towards the ground.
