I followed the stag through the forest, losing track of time completely. Every few seconds I glanced around, trying to figure out how long I'd been walking, but the trees all looked the same. The stag moved just fast enough to stay in sight, leading me deeper into the woods.

Then it stopped at the edge of a hill and looked at me. Then down. Then back at me.

Before I could figure out what it wanted, the stag bounded away, disappearing into the trees.

I moved to the edge and looked down.

My blood went cold.

Meli. Four bandits surrounding her. Two of them holding her while she struggled against their grip. A net tangled around her, making it impossible for her to break free.

Everything else disappeared. The forest, the statue, the dream, all of it. There was only Meli struggling, and the bastards who had their hands on her.

I didn't think. I just moved.

I hit the slope at a run, using the curve to slide down in a controlled fall. My boots found purchase on roots and rocks, my draconic arm gripping at branches to control my speed. Twenty feet felt like nothing. I landed hard but steady, already reaching for my sword as my feet hit the ground.

The blade sang as I drew it. The bandits were moving slow, dragging Meli along. They hadn't seen me yet.

Good.

I followed, closing the distance as fast as I could. My boots pounded against the forest floor. Getting closer. Almost there.

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I'm using my action to Dash, getting as close to the bandits as possible. Should put me about 10 feet away from them. More 5 feet and I'd be in close range.
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