Reinhard jolted awake, his eyes opening to the dim blue-gray light of morning. He lay perfectly still for a moment and listened to the faint whistle of wind through the trees, the gentle snores of his companions.
Then images flashed through his mind, leading him to groan and pressing a hand to his temple as though trying to scrape the last shards of a dream from his skull.
He recalls plunging into endless darkness, the void stretching forever, the sting of cold, and then heat washing over him. Then the two odd landscapes that were opposite from each other, and the formation of the towering giant that was covered in ice with horns.
He knew instantly that it was his Beast Spirit dream, or more specifically, the past experience of Odin.
Although I wonder what the Frost Giants had to do with him.
Regardless, he knew it had to be related to Odin as he felt his instincts strangely confirming it. With a sigh, he pushed himself upright and slipped out of his sleeping bag.
