The Dream
A girl in a pure white sailor scout uniform, hung from the ceiling, her hands chained separately in a dark cave-like room. Her uniform was tattered from the fight, her leathery, reptilian wings hung lifelessly with gaping holes in them. Her brooch was clear, but was cracked. It looked like a star within a heart, or was it a heart within a star? The brooch changed, but
seemed to stay the same.
The dungeon was too dark to see any facial
features or what color hair she had, but then again, it is just a dream. Isn’t it?
A soulless dark figure, truly a creature of the night, stepped up to her.
“Will you now give me what I want? I shall return all of those lost if you do. I do not need to tell you what would happen if you don’t,”
She spat in his face, “I refuse. I shall never give up. It was because of you I was created. You are truly a fool if you think I will surrender. You need me more than I need life,” she whispered for her voice was
weak, as well as the rest of her. A smirk came across her perfect face, “Those of the past stand strong. I shall go back. ‘Nothing will over come you. No one
shall defeat you. Time itself shall bid you farewell from existence. Past and future shall collide. Darkness shall come together.’ That is the
prophecy. You shall die.”
The soulless one wasn’t surprised and the
dream started to fade away….
Chapter 2
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