It was so hard to keep calm when his only source of light began to diminish. Though he hated the phoenix, he needed the light. As Asbel began to fall into slumber, his light began to dim and Frey gritted his teeth. He had no other choice than to try to keep himself up. But it was futile. In no time at all, Frey was locked in yet another nightmare.

It always felt so real. Never did he think for one moment that it was all a dream until he woke. It was different all the time, but it was always dark and shadowy. This time, he was running at full speed from something. It wasn't visible to him until it caught up. 

Frey began to pant, his sleeping form twitching as tears fell. He looked like something was tormenting him and curled over. This was usually the time he would curl up into his pillow. His sleeping form reached for te closest thing, which happened to be Asbel. The cursed Prince hugged his nemisis while he was being trapped by monsters.