Marko awakes screaming, jolting out of the bed. Tears fly down their face and each breath is trying to get out faster than the next. They can feel the scar on their hand burning. Normally they'd be with Leshy now, who'd comfort them and reassure their safety. With him now hiding away for the winter, there's nobody to help. Nobody to comfort them.
The dream? That Day. The day when, at least to Marko, Opal had died.
It only appeared in flashes; the fires, the blade, the sky, the one who Marko thought was Opal. The poison on the blade.
It hurts to think about it. After a bit of time trying to calm themself down, they grab their coat and go out.
Eventually they make it to their destination. They knock on the door and await their bird boy's appearance.
@askthe-littlepoet (sorry that it wasn't an ask-)