You wake up, blood on your hands. You look next to you, a wooden sword, also covered in blood. You are not bleeding. As you walk into the next room there the body lies. In a little ball, bleeding, slowly. Danny. You run up to him. "Who did this to you?" You ask but then you reliaze, it was you who killed him, with his own wooden sword. He turns his face to you, "I twusted you" He says with a whisper, his eyes blink once, then shut forever.
Howl bolted up. A cold sweat covered him. Shaking he looked at his hands. No blood. He looked around, no sword either. He laid back down, curling up. It was just a dream. A horrible dream. He could help but start to cry.