(i don't mind)

She hesitantly approached Ethan's door, taking hold of the handle and slowly pushing the door open.

She goes to the pond(?)

(I'm assuming the pond is for Isiea and not part of the dream)

A stranger stood in Ethan's bedroom, a tall, lean figure dressed in silver and black. A boy, perhaps a little older than her, though it was impossible to tell his exact age. His body was youthful, but there was a stillness to him that hinted at something far older, something incredibly dangerous. He was the boy on the horse, who had watched them through the forest that day. Why was he here now, in her house? How did he even get in? Thick, raven-wing hair fell into his eyes not quite covering the delicate, pointed ears.

He wasnt human. He was one of them, one of the fey. Standing in her house, in her brother's bedroom.

He turned then, looking right through Lise. He was gorgeous. More than gorgeous, he was beautiful. Regal beautiful, prince-of-a-foreign-nation beautiful. If he walked into her classroom during finals, students and teachers alike would be throwing themselves at his feet. Still, it was a cold, hard beauty, like that of a marble statue, inhuman and otherworldly. His slanted eyes, beneath long, jagged bangs, glimmered like chips of steel.

The changeling was nowhere to be seen, but it was possible to hear faint noises coming from beneath the bed, the thud of a rapidly beating heart. The fey boy didn't seem to notice. He turned and placed one pale hand on the closet door, running his fingers down the faded wood. A ghost of a smile touched his lips.

In one smooth motion, he pushed the door open and walked through. The door shut behind him with a soft click, and he was gone.

(Yup. You're right.)

Its bank was very slanted

She thinks for a moment. Then she takes a twig from a nearby branch and tosses it into the pond.

Once he left, she snapped out of her thoughts of how gorgeous he was, suddenly becoming alarmed. She wasn't entirely sure if this was a dream or not, but the fact that he went through the same door they did. She walked to the closet, attempting to follow him.

There were several old trees growing out over the water. And then there was another splash definitely not from the stick, farther out. She wasn't alone.

The muffled heartbeats were still audible, but nothing reached out to grab at her. Once she opened the closed door: "My closet!" shrieked the bowler hat man, leaping out at her. "Mine!"

She takes a cracker and throws it at the splash.

She jumps back, falling down to the floor.