The Omniscrolls

“Wake up, Moon, it's not safe here,” spoke the silhouette. It was my mother, and behind her was my father. “Mom, Dad, what are you doing here?” “It's not safe here; you must leave quickly!” With those words, they disappeared before my eyes. “Who are you talking to?” came a voice from near me; it was followed by someone touching my shoulder and waking me up. The voice was Leslie’s. “So, that was just a dream,” I said. But my mind was still heavy: ‘But what does this mean? Why now?’ “What’s wrong, Moon? What did you see, Moon?” Arabella, who was drinking some water a couple of feet away, overheard our conversation and walked up to us. “I saw my parents, but what they said… I don’t know… It was odd.” “In any case, let’s hear it,” Arabella said. Leslie was worried by the time I finished explaining my dream. “Maybe we should get out of here while we still can.” “I don’t know, but even if we are to leave, Arabella needs to be at full strength. We can’t be running around like this for