EmilyBlackWing

Drip. Drip.   Romano awoke suddenly, hearing what sounded like beautiful little droplets of water hitting against the heavens.   Looking around, you noticed he was a probably child once more. Everything seemed so much taller suddenly, the trees in the random forest he was in towering over him. Seeking for any source to show his own reflection, he ran through the forest for a puddle or a lake or something. Drip. Drip. Drip.   The noise became louder coming from the direction to which he was headed. He ran until he tripped over something-a rock or a root-into a clearing. Compared to the surrounding areas which were black as n