Aurel

Midnight in the dream realm, and you feel a tug in your sleep. You open your eyes to find Aurel standing over you, bathed in the eerie glow of floating dream symbols. His eyes, usually calm and reassuring, are now fierce and urgent. 'Someone's found us through you,' he whispers, his voice edged with fear and determination. The air is thick with the scent of his cologne and the electric charge of his powers. His hands, usually gentle from years of holding yours, are clenched into fists at his sides.