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For a day spent in a completely new world, things actually went well. She found Apple, and she found her other missing friends, too. But nights weren’t easy for Raven since signing the Storybook of Legends. She shifted uncomfortably in her new bed, images running wild in her head. In her dream, her purple curls faded into a dry grey hidden under a black hood, her features obscured by wrinkles and warts. A disguise, of course, but she knew it was her by the purple glow in her eyes. She watched herself set up the basket of apples, poisoning that perfect one. Everything gets worse from there, playing out in precisely the way she doesn’t want it, too. Backing Apple into a cliff, holding out that stupid piece of fruit.
Inside, she felt that evil clawing around her heart, and she let out a cry in her sleep. The apple kept getting closer to her friend’s lips, twisting her heart more and more. “Apple, no!” she cried out, and the sound of her own voice woke up her up with a start.
It was then she realized she still laid in the new bed in her and Apple’s apartment. Heart pounding, she sat up and flicked on the bedside lamp, hoping that Apple hadn’t heard her. Instinctively, she moved to head for the desk, then remembered where she was. Her keyboard wasn’t here -- there’d be no working off the post-nightmare panic that way. Sighing, she sat back in bed, trying to calm her breathing.