Frey accepted the apple with a grumble. The weather was so muggy. It was making his already bad mood worse. The silver-haired prince chomped into the piece of fruit angrily. Gnashing his teeth together fiercely, Frey was preoccupied with wondering what was in the forest and how he could survive. 

His nightmares would only get worse. He knew that much. Obviously staying up wouldn't be a solution. He needed sleep, especially since he was trekking. The dreamcatcher wasn't anywhere close to where they were now. What he needed was someone who had enough magical energy to create a forcefield around him. Even if he did have horrid nightmares, he could live. 

He was in an even worse mood. Not even thinking about the three kind souls who went after him, Frey could only think about the monster that had attacked him. So long as he was away from the castle, he was in very real danger. And he would suffer alone. His brother and his dragon were both strong' but had never fought nightmares before. And Asbel was a sheltered creature who could mend his body, but not his soul. 

Frey was so engrossed in his thinking, he almost missed something scale a tree. He let out a surprised yell. "What the hell?!" The young Prince shouted, pointing to the top of the tree. Whatever the thing was, it was small and limber. Very, very limber. And if the scratchy notices were anything to go by, it had friends. 

He didn't get a good view of them, but didn't want the creatures falling him. In a fit of fear, Frey began to yell. "Come on down here, you bastards! Stop playing chicken! Bastaaaaaaaaards!!!" He screeched foolishly. However, it did seem to have some effect- it made the creatures angrier!