Prompt Idea: The protagonist is in a dream and they cannot see another figure but they know they are there. How? I take a brief crack at it and I encourage you to do it too!

Sybil stabbed her nail into the soft flesh of the satyr’s lower stomach and traced a red line that reached above his navel. He screamed and thrashed but his limbs remained fastened to the altar.

Tamara muttered a curse and reached for her quiver. Her feet swiftly covered the uneven terrain as she nocked an arrow.

Check out a small snippet from my unfinished book, Ghost of Eteraine.