Oliver’s eyes snapped open. He let out a yelp as he fell from the air and bounced back onto the plush, blue leather seat beneath him. He blinked groggily, and looked around as the car jostled and bucked its way down an old forest road. He breathed out slowly, and tried to let his shoulders relax. He must have dozed off again. He shivered involuntarily as he remembered the dark creatures that had plagued his brief and restless sleep.
Another nightmare. Why couldn’t he ever have a normal dream like a normal kid? He snorted, then shook his head. ‘Normal’ — as if. He peered out the window to see ferns and moss and ancient-looking trees roll by. He smiled. They must be getting close. This was definitely the kind of place that a person like Arthur Weirdwood would want to live. It looked like something straight out of a novel — with elves and orcs and… dragons! Oliver pushed that thought away, instead busying his mind with the excitement of what was to come!