The next morning, Atreyu woke abruptly, his pale skin damp with sweat and his heart racing. He looked around at the familiar surroundings of his room, expecting a completely different scenery.
Wasn't I in the park? He cradled his forehead in his hands and exhaled slowly to calm his still racing heart.
Perhaps everything that had happened was merely a nightmare..After settling on that idea, Atreyu got up to get washed up and dressed. He wanted to be out of the estate before his butler tried to force breakfast down his throat. After putting on a pair of shoes, Atreyu left to retrace the steps from his dream to see if it had actually happened.