Dark Dimension: Homecoming: Dreams part 1
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xp_logsClea's dreams of another world turn nightmarish.
For the last couple of weeks, her dreams have always been the same. A city in ruins with just her exploring it. However, she always had the feeling of being watched.
The buildings were crumbling and the vegetation were starting to re-claim the land. The only odd thing was there were mirrors scattered everywhere. Some were shattered, others were just dark, but ever so often there were ones that had a light coming from them. Whenever Clea approached one, it wasn't her reflection it was something just beyond. Had she always been able to see what was in the mirror? Or was this the first time?
Lifting her hand to touch it, she paused shortly before touching it when she felt the ground starting to shake. Looking at one of the high towers in the nearby starting to crumble, Clea felt the wind rushing towards her. The dust stung her eyes as she became to cough. Wait - wasn't this a dream.
After the dust had settled, Clea looked around to see that the tower that had fallen had revealed a castle behind it. She had never seen that before. Taking a step forward, she could hear the low deep rumbles of something behind her. It was that feeling again, of being watched. Fear paralyzed her on the spot, could she turn around to face it? The rumbles subside but it was followed by words and the fear slowly melted away as she braved it to turn around to see who or what it was.
Behind her, the world had changed. The mirrors were now shattered, monolithic spikes of razor glass spread as far as the eye could see. The ground had blackened and ashed over. Winds blew embers without an obvious source.
But still, Clea was alone.
Clea didn't like this one bit. Taking a step back away from the shattering mirrors, "Just a dream..." She whispered. Closing her eyes, "Just a dream."
She froze as she backed up directly into something hard and yet pliant. Something that had definitely not been there just a second ago. "Of course it's a dream," an oily voice whispered. It was dual toned, simultaneously low and smooth and high and wispy all at once. It sent shivers up Clea's spine.
"But then," A hand, black and clawed and bleeding a noxious black smoke, came to rest on her right shoulder.
"Why should that matter?" The voice hissed, suddenly right up against Clea's left ear.
Nope! Clea didn't even bother to see who or what it was. It talked. It actually talked. Nope. Clea took off running down the broken down road. "Just a dream." She kept assuring herself. "I'll wake up and Cata will be there. And so will Steve will pick me up for class and then it will be alright."
Clea tripped over a piece of rock and landed on the ground. Quickly she pulled herself up, and made hand gestures and mumbled the magical incantation for a shield. She closed her eyes again and allowed the shield to form around her. It felt stronger, crap, what is she doing casting spells in dream land. Opening one eye she saw the dark shadow approaching her and then...
Clea jumped out of bed and clenched her heart. The shield that had formed around her in her room burst into small particles. Cata jumped up to the bed, obviously annoyed that Clea had waken her up from her beauty sleep. "Just a dream Cata....that is all it was."
For the last couple of weeks, her dreams have always been the same. A city in ruins with just her exploring it. However, she always had the feeling of being watched.
The buildings were crumbling and the vegetation were starting to re-claim the land. The only odd thing was there were mirrors scattered everywhere. Some were shattered, others were just dark, but ever so often there were ones that had a light coming from them. Whenever Clea approached one, it wasn't her reflection it was something just beyond. Had she always been able to see what was in the mirror? Or was this the first time?
Lifting her hand to touch it, she paused shortly before touching it when she felt the ground starting to shake. Looking at one of the high towers in the nearby starting to crumble, Clea felt the wind rushing towards her. The dust stung her eyes as she became to cough. Wait - wasn't this a dream.
After the dust had settled, Clea looked around to see that the tower that had fallen had revealed a castle behind it. She had never seen that before. Taking a step forward, she could hear the low deep rumbles of something behind her. It was that feeling again, of being watched. Fear paralyzed her on the spot, could she turn around to face it? The rumbles subside but it was followed by words and the fear slowly melted away as she braved it to turn around to see who or what it was.
Behind her, the world had changed. The mirrors were now shattered, monolithic spikes of razor glass spread as far as the eye could see. The ground had blackened and ashed over. Winds blew embers without an obvious source.
But still, Clea was alone.
Clea didn't like this one bit. Taking a step back away from the shattering mirrors, "Just a dream..." She whispered. Closing her eyes, "Just a dream."
She froze as she backed up directly into something hard and yet pliant. Something that had definitely not been there just a second ago. "Of course it's a dream," an oily voice whispered. It was dual toned, simultaneously low and smooth and high and wispy all at once. It sent shivers up Clea's spine.
"But then," A hand, black and clawed and bleeding a noxious black smoke, came to rest on her right shoulder.
"Why should that matter?" The voice hissed, suddenly right up against Clea's left ear.
Nope! Clea didn't even bother to see who or what it was. It talked. It actually talked. Nope. Clea took off running down the broken down road. "Just a dream." She kept assuring herself. "I'll wake up and Cata will be there. And so will Steve will pick me up for class and then it will be alright."
Clea tripped over a piece of rock and landed on the ground. Quickly she pulled herself up, and made hand gestures and mumbled the magical incantation for a shield. She closed her eyes again and allowed the shield to form around her. It felt stronger, crap, what is she doing casting spells in dream land. Opening one eye she saw the dark shadow approaching her and then...
Clea jumped out of bed and clenched her heart. The shield that had formed around her in her room burst into small particles. Cata jumped up to the bed, obviously annoyed that Clea had waken her up from her beauty sleep. "Just a dream Cata....that is all it was."
