Perhaps, this dream would give her purpose.

She listened to the dream visitor’s words, finding solace in the pain he expressed. They were similar to one another, were they not? Failures. Souls who had let those they cared about most down. And now, they would share in the consequences of their actions.

Rieka listened with a softened expression as she watched his memories fly by her own subconscious. Dream or not, the loss and grief that this dream visitor experienced was real.

And perhaps it was his story that made her want to help him.

She walked through door number 2 until a tree, once filled with life and color, shuddered with each attack that those wraiths enacted. That just wouldn’t do, she thought as her own snarl reverberated to life within her chest.

This, violence, was what she was made for.

What she was meant to do with her life.

And for once, Rieka did not feel bad about what would happen to those who met the other side of her fang.

She launched herself toward the wraiths, a specific one that clawed at the roots of the tree’s side. She went for that one, jaws ready to tear and grip and sink into whatever the hell those beings were made of.

And hopefully, for once, she’d do her parents proud by killing those foul beasts and saving the world (even if no one would know).