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Dreamers
This is a VERY OLD story I had written, it was my first attempt at writing a full pro. It died, but it's something I haven't looked upon for 5 years. Here it is, have fun reading it. You never know, maybe I'll continue where I left off. Oh by the way, it's long.
It's in the first person, which is something I don't do much anymore, and there are MANY mistakes, spelling, grammar and tense. Maybe if I'm really bored someday I'll fix them.
Also, every time you see a header it's because it's a new page in Wordperfect, too lazy to edit it out for forum so enjoy.
Enjoy.
Dreamers: Broken
A gray sky covers the dark charred earth and a hole opens in the storm. A black shroud falls from the heavens, screaming , flailing about in the wind of the storm, it is crushed against the hard deformed surface of the night. The robe to slowly follow it’s descent, dancing in the wind, and reaching it’s rest on the black earth. A dreamer is born in the desolate landscape of an unknown world with an unknown path to follow and nothing but a deep love to guide his way. A spirit that must piece together the past, and himself.
Part 1: Rains of wisdom, Chapter 1: Cracked bones
Blackness surrounds me, the wind blows the shroud around me into a frenzy of tongues as I fall in the gray damp sky, I only suppose it is damp from the fog that blurs by me, yet I cannot feel anything but pain.I inhale a long screeching gasp and without control I scream in the wind, coming out of the clouds I see the rain yet it doesn’t seem to be falling, it slowly backs away in the opposing direction as I spin in the air and witness the dark earths details becoming more and more visible. How did I get here, where am I going. I had no time to think, the ground came too quickly and with a thump my bones cracked on the surface of this desolate place. The shroud to stop dead and slowly follow me into the earth. My mind is twisting in a spiral like the puddle of water I see before me. The black cloak covers me like the night sky.
I don’t know how long I lay there in that dirty puddle, something that surely concurs to my emotional state, dirty and affected by every single drop that hits me. My mind is blank, I lay there and think, yet I have nothing to think of, I have no past, no memories. Where am I? Who am I? Questions with no answers bombard my senses and I want to cry yet I have nothing to do so with. I am lost in a desert of despair with no one to help me. There is only pain, not physical but in my mind, pain of something I cannot remember. All I feel is emotions flowing through me like a flame in a dry field. Suddenly with the thought of flames, my mind freezes and I almost begin to panic, emotions flood me even more, but specific ones; fear, pain, sadness, yet in these there is another, something that calls to me and somehow makes me get up on my feet, it is love. A love so strong that it fills my mind with thoughts of a person I cannot remember, a love so strong to make me say a name I cannot remember. Through the black ripped cloak that covers me I whisper this name that cuts through me like a sharp knife, “ Ju ... Julia’anne”. Images flood my head, places, things, people that have no meaning to me. As I raise my head I see a man staring at me with a mocking grin on his face. He stood about six feet tall, with short white hair, dark eyes. His face was round and unshaved, yet he looked clean enough, but old and tired. I took a step back and take a look around me, the alien place is black with decaying wood stained with dark black burns, remnants of a dark day filled with pain and ending with death. My neck cracks as I turn it slowly, the bones that had snapped on impact seemed to be fine, yet when I went to touch my side I could feel no flesh, panicking I lifted my head, and moved my hand swiftly away from my body. The man began to laugh in a sinister tone and walked into the burnt lot and across the cage of wood that surrounds this place of death, I am scared, yet what scares me?
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The man walked into the dirty puddle, the crater that I had made when falling from the storm which seems to have fled, leaving behind the thousand eyes of the night to watch the play of my pains. With the grin slowly disappearing from the now silhouetted features of the man’s face, he extends his hand from his black coat and speaks with a crackled deep voice “Welcome to the world of the living, pleased to meet you newcomer, don’t be afraid of what you don’t understand, otherwise this will be a very short stay”ending his speech with a giggle, I raise my right hand , buried underneath the black cloak. As it emerges from the lengthy drape I see it, a white, skeleton hand of bones. Swiftly I pull my hand back hiding it with my other arm. “What is this? Where am I? Is this some kind of nightmare?” screaming and backing away these words escape from the dark hood of the cloak. The man tilts his head to the right “You didn’t hear what I just said did you?”. Calming down I notice the pointlessness of my panic. The man turns around , then with his head turned to the right but not quite looking completely behind himself he speaks “Come, let us take a walk and leave this place. I have much to tell you”. Reluctantly I step forward and make my way through the maze of age old wood, stained with the dark reminders of flame, much like I feel now.
We walked away from a black square of old burnt wood and into a night covered neighborhood, abandoned by the sun and by the inhabitants of it’s houses as they sleep away the darkness. Underneath the glow of a flickering street light two men stand, smoking cigarettes. The smoke dances and spirals upward into the night to disappear from sight, and we walked past them as they stared us down with wide-eyed wonder. Walking deeper into a city I have never seen, quiet and alone, hardly any traffic in the midnight streets of a rich looking part of town, large houses with white posts to hold up the ravishing decks that stood above the ambiguous entrances to their most lovely abodes. The waving of his trench coat caught my attention and questions began coming once more, “ What is your name?” the man stopped and spoke to his turn “ My name is Guinehem, you can call me Guin, like most others do”. My head shot up and words came “There are more like me? That have to feel ... this?”. Guin turned into an alley, it was a ten foot crack between a motel on the right and an apartment complex on the left, and was covered in garbage and filth. In a dark corner there was an old wooden bench. Guin pushed back his coat as to not sit on it and slumped down onto the bench, with his right hand he tapped the empty side in gesture for me to sit. In doing so he points at the window before us, lit by the full moon , you can see nothing but your reflection. “Take a look at yourself, see what you’re made of”, I slowly get up and walk toward the window seeing a black hood covering an unseen head and low shoulders. Shaking, I get closer to the window and with my left hand I pull over the cloak to see a white skull, dirty with grit and sand from the mud. Guin stood and put his arm around me, “ ha ha ha”, a laugh is not what I wanted to hear at the moment, I put the hood back on and began to turn around, Guin stopped me and turned me back toward the window, “You’re missing a lot of yourself right now, and you know all those answers you want are with those missing pieces of yourself... find you, then find you’re answers”. With that he let me go and sat on the bench once more, “ I don’t understand... who are you anyway?”. Guin looked up with a soft look on his face, “ I’m just like you, I’m a dreamer, you have a lot to learn, sit”. Once again reluctant to do what Guin told me, fearing I was stepping into more unknown then I was already in, this deep mud of reality that was pulling me into a whole lot of trouble, and I’m not even sure who I am. What was next?
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Through all the crazy things that were happening one thing stuck in my head, one name that just didn’t go away with that feeling through me like I had been with her forever. The face of an angel blessed my thoughts constantly and I had no idea who she was, but one thing that also floated in the dirty pool of my mind and spiraling into the center was the fear of what I was, and what I was going to become. Maybe Guin would be of help to explain this things, it seems he cries inside himself, and those tears will serve as the rains of wisdom to lighten my path. Sitting down on the old bench beside him he began to speak while looking up at the velvet sky with diamonds flashing down dwarfed by the moon glooming above a cloud left behind by the storm of my most awkward entrance. “ You have no idea who you are, and neither do I”. He turned from the sky and stared into the hood of my shroud. “What am I?,you ask. You are a dreamer”. I was getting tired of hearing that word, dreamer, it was pointless to me, it made no sense, I got up quickly, “You aren’t helping with these riddled answers, dreamer? What is this? Stop playing with someone that has nothing to lose!”. Guin seemed surprised at my outburst and stood with a puzzled look on his face, “you’re not the ordinary spirit are you? No, definitely not, there’s something else, within you”. He squinted and peered into the shroud tilting his head this way and that, as if to look for whatever it is he thought I had. “Stop this foolishness, if you are not going to help me then leave me alone”. I turned abruptly and began to walk away. “ Where are you going looking like that? Not knowing anything around you?”. I stopped, the words where like small pins in my feet, every step I tried to take reminded me how right he was. “If you say you are like me, why are you not as hideous as I?”. He smiled, that another thing that vexed me, his way of showing what he felt, I had nothing of the sort, I was an empty shell with a forgotten past and a fogged future.
The end of the alley way was like a drop off into the abyss of the unsettled dust that I had brought up when I first hit the dirt of reality on my one way trip to this freak show of a life, I had cracked bones all over me , they must have been the only hint as to what I felt within myself. Guin smirked, I didn’t turn around to look at him but I knew somehow that he had smirked, and when I did turn my ugly hidden face toward him, there he was with a crooked mouth ceasing my feet in there place. “ You said I was a spirit? What does that mean?”. The smirk left his face and his head tilted from side to side as if he was trying to measure my dimensions. He walked toward me with his head down, the echo of his footsteps on the wet pavement clattered in the empty void that was my head. “ Ones emotions are also known as spirit. That is what you are, pure emotions, although you show signs of something more, and that intrigues me”. Finally stopping before me he raises his head and looks at me in the eyes, or should I say eye sockets. It didn’t matter how I could hear and see, but why I was here, he continued. “ You died, you are dead, I’m not sure how long you’ve been dead and I’m, not sure who you are or how you died but I have a good guess”. I tilted my head in confusion, “How would you have a good guess of that?”. he smiled and put his arms up and raised his shoulders while tilting his head in gesture of not knowing, “I don’t know! Take the obviousness of your case. Dreamers are a consciousness that derived of a person that didn’t want to die, their whole is in such turmoil from what happened to them in death that they break into pieces, they become fragments of themselves. The Dreamer may float in the void of death for many years before waking into one of three fragments, the soul, the spirit or the body. You were either drowned, starved or burnt alive, and most dreamers that are a consequence of a long painful death come back as spirits because they had the chance to know they were dying and only
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emotions held them alive for the time.” Guin walked behind me while holding his left hand up in an explanatory habit, he put his mouth beside my head , where my ears would normally be. “Also, it is well known that the spirit stays at the point where the most emotions where felt in it’s former life, usually were the person died. The spirit is a ball of emotions rapped in the shroud of it’s sin to not return to it’s birth place, people that die in tragic ways very often leave behind a part of themselves, dreamers are the consequence of all the parts staying behind. Whoever you were doesn’t exist anymore, he is in pieces, you must rebuild yourself and find what put you in shambles”. The words felt like hot knives driving through me, I am not really who I am, I’m a fraud, but I couldn’t feel too bad because the absence of my identity held back those feelings. Guin finished his rotation around me and looked at the sky, “I have so much to tell you, and time runs out fast. Dawn arrives, and with it comes another lesson”. Guin walked to the emergency ladder of the apartment complex and looked up at it. “Let’s go watch the sun rise”. Guin put his hand up to the ladder and with a motion of his hand it broke free and unfolded before me. He walked up beside it and gestured me to go forward with his right hand. “ How did” he put up the same hand and shook his head, “ questions come later, go”. I held my tongue, or whatever it was that enabled my speech and walked up the stairs.
Once at the top he sat on a ventilation shaft and invited me to sit beside him with the same gesture as for the wooden bench. After I sat he began to talk again, “You’re a spirit and you are missing the rest of yourself, your body and your soul”. I shrugged and turned to him, “ If I indeed have no body what is this skeleton underneath this black cloak of sin?”. Guin turned and stared at me in awe, “ well then, the black cloak of sin is exactly what you said it is and the skeleton is exactly that as well. It is the bones that normally hold tegether your soul, you’re soul is the wisdom that you need to become all that you can be, and your body is the masquerade that is yourself, and it is also what will stop you from doing this”. This a smile on his face he tilted his head toward the east were the sun began to rise, “ Stop me from doing what?”. A question pointless to ask considering the smirk he had on his face, I quicky turned to the est to see the suns rays fly across the land and over the rooftops like a soaring Pheonix, burning through the air. The awe was soon replaced by fear as a ray of sunlight plunged through me like a spear and ripped a whole into my shroud of sin.
I turned quickly toward Guin with an accusing, scared stare as my hood flew off and turned to dust in the air. My skull began to blow away as if I were a pile of sand and the sun was a gale force wind. All of a sudden I was no longer in my cloak I turned to see the remains of my former body blow away into dust and when I raised my sight to see Guin I noticed he had suffered the same fate, his skin falling to shambles and his bones next in line as the sun ravaged his body. His spirit stayed behind where his body once sat and he was still smirking as the roof top became a twisted deformed ridge, and so did Guin become a small light with limbs that were out of proportion.
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“ Welcome to the valley of the dead, don’t be afraid of what you don’t understand or this will be a very short stay”, mockingly he repeated the same words he had said the first time we met. The world around me had changed drastically , the roof was no longer a roof and the ventilation shaft was now a spike rising into the sky for a good ten feet. “ I don’t understand, what happened?”. I looked around and saw this strange place as Guin walked by me, his form still visible, legs and arms and a head, yet seemingly transparent. “ This is where you go when you die, you don’t have a body to protect you from the holy rays of the sun, therefore the cloak of sin is the only thing to
protect you. You are not too sure how to manipulate it yet and so you died!”. Suddenly things changed again, back to their original state but there was a dark blue glow over everything. “Why did all the surroundings change like that?”. Guin stepped off the edge of the building and fell to the streets below, traffic was beginning to pick up and I naively followed. Falling to the street I hit the cement with no sound at all, when I took a better look at myself I noticed I was no longer a skeleton, I had features yet I could still not feel anything, except the emotions within myself, whoever I was.
Guin walked across the street and spoke to me, the distance not disturbing his voice at all, “ This is where you must come to rest as well. Your spirit can only take a physical from for a certain amount of time and must return to the this realm to regain it’s particles, yet if it has too many it is thrust back into the world of the living”. Once on the other side of the street he turned and waved for me to come over. Walking across, a car turned the corner and sped toward me, I knew he couldn’t see me but primal fear held my arms before me as it passed through my being. Shocked and amazed at the same time my body froze at the exception of my head as I tracked the automobile until it turned out of site, then I spun my head around to Guin, laughing he started toward me. “ You’re a very funny guy you know that? How about you give yourself a name. I’m tired of not having a proper form of addressing you”. I turned my body toward him and frowned in puzzlement, the only thing rolling through my head in names was julia’anne and that was obviously not my own, yet something else hit me quite hard when it passed through my essence, the name “ Ethad”. Guin looked at me in query and repeated it pointlessly “ Ethad?”. I looked at him and smiled, for the first time, “ yes, Ethad, I’m not sure why but it appeals to me some interest, and it is a name, is it not?”. Guin looked at me as more vehicles passed through us, “I guess so!”.
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Millions of white lights flew through the air, and through buildings like falling stars or the ghosts of floating pollen. I raised my hand as one passed through my left palm, for the first time since my supposed rebirth into the world of the living, I felt something that wasn’t a direct consequence of my emotions. The ball fled past me, hurtling through other objects having no effect but a sand paper like sound. Another, quite humorously flew directly between my eyes and I turned around to see where it had gone to, when a waving shroud caught my eye. Black it was, a symbol of sin, and of confusion. I peered at it curiously as it slumped from building to building, getting closer at every bound. Suddenly I felt fear, I backed away slowly. In a glimmer of light, a sword flung from it’s cloak in it’s right hand. It shined in the light of day. The shrouds hood flung over and a skull with gaping jaws, opened. Screaming it slashed out at me, feeling it’s cold blade though my chest, I screamed in panic.
“ Snap out of it kid, Ethad, get a hold of yourself!”. I now peered through the familiar opening of my shroud, if I where able to breath hard, I think I would be doing so. I felt a rush through me, and stood up quickly. “ I forgot to tell you about those, sorry”. Guin turned about and walked toward the end of the alley and formed his cloak into that familiar trench coat. “ Sometimes when you’re in the world of the dead you fall into a kind of sleep, only the first few times though, later you won’t , and if you do you’ll notice it’s always nightmares. Some Dreamers can’t help it and as soon as they change planes they fall into that sleep, and so they go insane and become nightmares themselves, doing nothing but the violent acts that they see every time they become too feeble to withstand the sun.” he turned around and smiled. I thought out loud, “ hopefully it’s the last time it happens to me!”. Guin looked at me funny and before he spoke, I looked down at myself and tried to reshape the shroud of sin that covered me. With a flitter of sound and a slight change of form , the word try was the right one to use. Guin laughed at me and put his arms up, with one eyebrow higher then the other in a teasing look he shaped his clothing into many different things at once, colors and shapes and textures; jeans, flannel, silk, leather, rubber and hundreds of different materials. “ It takes a little practice, and you won’t be able to do much without another piece of yourself”. I tilted my head in confusion, if I had a face, I’d probably frown, yet those gifts were not bestowed upon me yet. In thinking so, I knew what he meant.
“ Your body is probably in a cemetery, there might be trouble getting it though, I’ll have to teach you a few more things before we go”. I was thinking the same thing, about my body anyway, it was quite obvious that I was dead, and that whatever Guinehem was telling me was the truth. A concoction of emotions hurled through me like a fire rain from hell. Just thinking of that word made things worse, fire, that word, so sinister, so dark, filled with seething agony. Flashes of images, light passing through me, golden tongues kissing my skin, eating me alive. I knew how I had died, all the clues pointed towards it: the fact that most Dreamers come back as spirits if they die a slow death, like drowning or burning: the fact that spirits are found at the place of highest
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emotional suspense, or of their deaths: the fact that were I was found, was in a burnt lot where a house once stood. My head was filled with thoughts and images of that place, some that I had lived and some that seem to be from my former life, quick flashes of white walls and wooden stairways, the sounds of a woman giggling, and the feeling of love, ripped to pieces by an unknown tragedy.
Things began to sink into place, and it didn’t hurt that much because the wounds were never really healed. The sharp teeth of reality sank deep into the old wounds, taking their place like a perfect fit. Part of me didn’t want to find out who I was. I laughed, here I am saying part of me when I’m already in pieces. Suddenly a feeling grew hard in me like a heavy stone, then, it fell, breaching the soft surface of my spirit. Fear flowed through me as I saw a Dreamer walk into the alley, I wasn’t sure how I knew it was one, maybe because I could slightly see the spirit within it’s sinful clothes. I turned quickly to Guin as he examined the silhouetted shape until it hit the crack of sunlight between the buildings. Then he got up with a smile on his face, and as if I had all my trust placed in him, I felt slightly better and calmed down. “ I thought you’d never come Rachel”. A female name was strange to hear, it was the first I had heard besides the one that still now burned through me like a red hot sword. I took a good look at the figure, she was about 5'5, long and dark brown hair flowed across her face and down her back. She wore a black coat descending to her ankles and knee high boots with a good inch or two at the heels. She had a long beautiful face, with a small rounded nose and two deep green eyes. She smiled at me, I nodded. Silly that gestures are the only way I can show what I feel, yet I feel things so deep I’m beginning to think they feel them directly from my essence.
Guin walked across the ribbon of sunlight that had no effect to him but would surely prove to be a sharp blade of demise to my physical being at this point. I wanted to follow yet I had not the courage to face the Holy sun for a rematch. He hugged Rachel and invited her to sit on the bench. “ This is Ethad, we have yet to find his physical self, but I was just going to teach him the ways of the shroud, and of the masquerade”. I found it quite strange for him to use those words, for in my mind, shroud and masquerade meant pretty much the same thing. As she sat she extended her hand. “ I’m sorry my lady but I can not appeal to your wishes, I have not the ... composition”. She laughed at the truth of my words and a soft voice, the voice of an angel, blew from her pink lips. “ Very well Monsieur Ethad, I understand your resolution, and I respect it”. She withdrew her hand with a smile to her face and sat beside Guin. “ Must we wait for the night to fall for you to teach me this lesson, I know I’m already dead and have a lot of time to lose, yet I wish not to lose it in vain”. Both Guin and Rachel looked at me strangely. With the same soft tone of voice Rachel spokel. “ Are you in such a hurry?”. Guin laughed and got up. “ We don’t have to wait any longer Ethad, please stand, Rachel and I will teach you”. I got up slowly and from the corner of my eye noticed the flicker of a blade coming from neath Guin’s coat. I had not the time to get completely on my feet by the time his blade, a sleek silver, with a golden hilt of dragons, was lodged deeply into my chest. What on earth was going on? Out of all the odd things that happened around me this was one of the strangest yet. Had I put trust into the wrong person? Pain coursed through my bones, in a screeching voice I yelled. “ GUIN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! MY GOD.” the pain was more intense then anything I had felt yet, at least in my afterlife. He pulled the blade from my body. A dark vicious liquid flung from my chest after the blade, and oozed out in a heavy thick stream of putrid black puss. “ How? How can I , a spirit, bleed?”. Guin rubbed his sword clean.
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“ I usually don’t give physical examples of this, but I thought you were strong enough to withstand it, and so far you are.” he turned to Rachel and nodded as if to tell her to continue. Her soft voice almost made the pain go away, “ That is not truly blood, it is the sand in your hourglass, and when it runs out, your time is up, and you must return to the world of the dead to regain it”. I got up from my knees, only realizing now that I had fallen to them. The blood stopped gushing from my wound and now it only hung there, stagnant, much like my mind. “ If a Dreamer kills another, and one is still in the world of the living, he is able, only for a short time, to devour his enemy”. The word devour spun through my mind, reminding me of the hungry flames that took me in the first place. Guin spoke next as my wound slowly shut “ If you suffer this fate you exist only in the world of the dead, and within the Dreamer that consumed you. You will exist there for as long as he exists”. Fear hit me much like Guin’s sword did, merciless and hard, enough to make my sanity bleed. “ Can I be redeemed?”. Rachel took up my question with a soft smile and a green eyed gaze. “ Yes, yet it is not often that it happens, most often a Dreamer containing spirits, or souls is devoured by another dreamer, and you become a package within a package”. If I had a stomach, my guess is It would be turning now. “ What a nasty end”. Guin held his blade to my jaw. “ You have to learn to defend yourself against an attack, which will surely happen, sooner or later”. He turned to Rachel and spoke to her in a language I could not understand, and what they said, was also not understood. She then drew her own sword. “ The only way you can be truly redeemed is if the Dreamer that is your prison is destroyed”. She put the end of her sword into the pavement and waved her head back to remove the hair from her face. “ There are a few ways that this can happen”. Putting her hand up and holding out her index finger she counted. “ One! The Dreamers physical body dies the same fate as he did in his first life. Two! The Dreamers physical body is destroyed on a molecular level. Three! The Dreamers soul believes he has finished what he came back to do, and so he dies for the last time.” I now stood in quite of an awe at the almost immortality that I was living. Guin frowned at me as if he knew exactly what I was thinking. “ I rather suffer those three fates a thousand times then be devoured by another Dreamer for the same amount of time”. His point came through sharply and with crystal clear clarity. Of a sudden, I don’t know why or how, but I felt something deep within me, and I blurted unconsciously that name. “ Julia’anne!” My head slumped down and hurt as if Guin had struck me there and not in the chest. “ Why do such things dwell so firmly in the twisted corridors of my forgotten mind?”. Rachel smiled and put her hand on my shoulder. “ It might be the reason you came back”. Guin didn’t seem to care for such things, or maybe he had the same reasons and that pushed his heart deep underneath his chest, hiding his feelings was something he was obviously good at. “ Enough, we’re veering off the track of our primary intentions”. Rachel turned to him and nodded, then backed away from me and continued. “ You must learn to use your weapon, most Dreamers use a sword, yet many others meld they’re Shadow to other specifications, all close range combat weapons though, for the Shadow can not get too far away from it’s essence else it turns to a dark black liquid and returns to you”. Looking at myself in wonder I ask the obvious question. “ Where is my shadow ?”. Rachel and Guin began to laugh. “ Always by your side Ethad, you just havn’t needed it yet, but I’m positive you will soon.” Guin walked across the alley and continued. “ A cemetery is filled with Dreamers that have never had help from one of us and never wanted it”.
I looked up at him and looked at the ribbon of light between us. It bothered me that I was so
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fragile, so I thought, why not put myself to a challenge. I walked across the wall of light and felt it begin to ravage my sinful cloak, yet I was prepared this time, and I had will. I could hear Rachel’s slight gasp and see Guin’s eyes widen. This life was getting tiresome already, I needed action. I looked deep inside me while I walked across this wall of good that mingled with the wrong that surrounded my feeble self, and I found within me the moldable Shadow that they so thought of. I was a ball of emotions. I was fearless and strong, my fuel was instinct. A design flew through my head for a split second and then , with the will and power of thought, I now wielded a 4 foot long piece of steel with a blue marble handle, and as it came out of me like a pin through silk I thrust it toward Guin, not even noticing that I had already passed the barrier of light. Guin, so surprised to see my deeds, didn’t react to the blade shoving deep within his chest. I pushed it deeper as he smiled and began to laugh. “It’s just fare that I pay you back”. Guin shot his head backward laughing into the sky as black ooze leaked from his chest and tainted his teeth. It was down to the hilt in his chest, the entire blade, through him. “ You are quite impressive Ethad. I must give you that much at least, yet I’ve been stabbed many a time, and after a while you learn to deal with such nuisances”. Guin’s face turned serious and I gave a quick peek at the wound as it healed onto the my blade. I looked back up at him, and he smiled, with a bit of black blood on the corner of his lips. I pulled my blade out and returned it to my bosom as Guin lunged forward with the shock of the movement and a small grunt following the trail of dark puss that flew from the wound. Rachel stood and walked into the light. “ You are quite impressive. Not every new coming Dreamer learns this quickly”. Guin looked up from his hunched body as he held his chest “ Yes and not many attack their teachers either, at least not this soon”. He finished his sentence with a gurgling laugh as more black blood came up from his throat. I thought, maybe it is more painful when you actually have a body to be harmed. Guin got up quickly and his motion caught my eye. When I looked at him he had no remnants of my attack. “Well then, now all you have to do is make yourself look a little more presentable and I think we can be on our way, the cemetery isn’t exactly close, and you’re not very quick on your feet yet”. I didn’t realize it that much at first, but when I took another quick look at the window, I noticed the horrific site of what I truly was.
The air became damp as clouds glided by and skinned the pavement in the form of fog, and the sun kissed the horizon covered by rooftops like thousands of teeth protruding into the sky. During what was left of the day Guin and Rachel had taught me to reform my shroud into different shapes, textures and colors. Not exactly an easy task when it’s your first time as a dead man. The pavement glittered with humidity, and the few taxies that still roamed the streets were followed by a puff of white behind their tires. I had dressed myself in a green and gray hooded sweater and blue jeans, the jeans being one of the hardest things to replicate, texture wise. The trio formed of me Guin, Rachel and I made our way through the maze of alley ways toward the cemetery. Guin stopped abruptly in between one of the alleyways and turned to the right were the brick wall met the cement siding of a different building. I was just about to ask what was the matter when he put his hand through the wall and walked into it. Rachel turned her green eyes to me and smiled lightly with her entire face, “ You’re going to have to try something new to come with us. This wall is the entrance to one of our sanctuaries but there is no conventional door, only a slightly thinner wall”. She put her left hand through the wall, turned to me and started, “ Now what you have to do is slightly phase into the spectral realm but not too much as to completely cross over. If you do it
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right, everything in your sight will change forms and colors and that’s when you press through”. She pulled her hand out and put it up in an invitation to try for myself. “ Do it here,” she pointed to a specific point on the wall, “ This is where the wall is thinner, you can only do this with thin walls, otherwise your spirit will be forced into the spectral realm”. I looked at her, then at the wall, then back at her again. Her whole face smiles on the outside, yet, the same as with Guinehem, you can tell she cries from within. I walked over to the wall, my jeans flapping in the breeze, “ I’ll try anything once”. She smiled and nodded her head forward to urge me on. I stepped closer and concentrated on what I was trying to accomplish. I put my hands on the wall and slowly, phased into the spectral realm. The wall began to deform and change colors, and remembering what
Rachel had said, I push my hand into the wall at that time. I almost wish I had a body to feel what was happening. My had phased right through the wall as if it were merely a liquid. Amazed at what I had just done, yet urged on once again by Rachel , I pushed myself directly through the wall. I saw through the objects in the wall, like the bricks, the wooden beams, and the drywall.
Coming out on the other side, Guin grabbed me and shook me quickly back and forth and spoke yet I could only make out gibberish.As I shook my head and held it hard, the words slowly cleared away and made sense, “ Alright already , get up, you’re fine, just don’t throw up, oh yeah , ha ha ha, you don’t have a stomach yet”. Then I realized it wasn’t Guin, Guin had never cracked a joke, it just wasn’t his thing. As my view came into focus I saw before me a man with blue eyes, a very pale complection, and black hair. He stood about an inch shorter then me, 5'8 or so. He let me go with a big smile and looked briefly around at Guin and Rachel which were behind me, turned back toward me, “ So! How’s the afterlife?”. His remark was pointless, a waist of breath, although I had no breath to lose. “ I don’t think he really wants to talk about it” Rachel walked between me and the man to back up her words. The man stared into nothingness for a while then nodded and continued, “ Well then, let me show you the way to your quarters”. I put my hand on Rachel’s shoulder, and when she turned I asked my obvious question, “ Quarters? How long are we staying?” Rachel whipped her head back and laughed as her long brown hair followed in a wave of action. She walked into the dark corridor before us and Guin soon followed, I guess I wasn’t getting an answer, I could still hear her echoed laughter coming from the corridor.
Through a cracked window, the sun rose in a symphony of colors and the city woke up with thousands automobiles flowed through it`s vanes. For the first time since what Guin called “Breaking” or the act of returning to the living, I had seen a clock, such a small thing, yet complex and important, it boggled me as to the fact that maybe, the small insignificant things hold within them thousands of cogs that will run through fates clock when the time comes. I got up and walked away from the window because I was beginning to feel faint trying to fight of it’s rays. Julian, the one that had welcomed us at the.... I guess I can’t really say entrance, regardless; he had put tea on a stove and was chatting with both Guin and Rachel as more Dreamers came through the walls. I frightened me at first, yet then I realized all these Dreamers were people like Guin and would never harm me. As if he had heard my thoughts, Guin stood and walked toward me, “ It is time”. The words flew through me with no real catch, yet intrigued me as to their meaning. Guin put up his hands and chanted four words in a language I don’t understand, and everyone took a chair and sat in a circle around him and I. After watching everyone take their places Guin put his hand on my left shoulder and started. “ I bring you, Ethad, or so he calls himself so far. Ethad, we are the
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bearers of knowledge that help all lost souls, spirits and bodies since the beginning and until the end. We are the Wise men of Dreamers, we are called The Awakened. We are some of the few Dreamers that possess all three body, soul, and spirit. Welcome to the light” the small crowd
clapped their hands and suddenly I felt like I was in a rehabilitation class. Guinehem had never spoken the way he had now, he sounded proud for the first time since I had met him. “ I will need all the information we can get on this individual as we do with all others that have fallen, blind to the world, and who see only their most inner self. Therefore, we only have that self to show us the way”. Two men came walking out with strange pieces of paper which they held before them, one began chanting words in that language, Guin put his hand on my forehead and also began chanting while one of the men put that piece of paper over my head and Guin’s hand. I didn’t see them do it but I believe they put the other piece of paper over Guin’s face. Guin stopped in his chant for a few seconds and spoke to me in a whisper. “ Do not be afraid of what you are about to experience”. The words didn’t comfort me much, I was going to be afraid one way or another. The chanting continued and the paper began to feel warmer, then very much warmer, and after a few minutes it was burning, strange since usually I cannot feel physical effects.
The sun rose in a frenzy of tongues.... frenzy of tongues... As I fell ... falling, through a damp gray sky. Falling into the abyss, the abyss of unsettled dust... dust, feelings, unsettled life. Frenzy of tongues. Flames! Red and gold lashing out. “WHY! WHY!... Julia’anne! NO!... Fragile, so fragile. NOT UNTIL MY LAST BREATH!... NEVER!” “ I usually don`t give physical examples...”
Millions of white lights flew through the air, what is going on? Flashes of what I was what I am and what I’ll be. “ NO!... GOD NO!” I was crying, I can feel the warm tears roll down my cheeks, and I can taste the salt. “ GOD NO!.... not until my last breath”. Words and phrases that cut through me and hit my like a freight train, images that burn into my mind, burnt... GOD NO!
I woke up in a cold sweat, in my apartment. My land lord banging on the door, his muffled voice coming through like cries from hell. “ What did you do now Jonathan, the police are here to see you”. I got up slowly, it didn’t matter, they had been coming by quite frequently since the accident and the murder. I was dead, running on emotions that were black and gloomy, all the events that had led to this point flashed by me and it didn’t matter. I opened the door and there stood a police officer. He stood about six feet tall, with short white hair, dark eyes. His face was round and unshaved, yet he looked clean enough, but old and tired. Yet those words, they seemed so familiar.
He spoke with a deep crackled voice, “Welcome to the world of the living, pleased to meet you newcomer, don’t be afraid of what you don’t understand, otherwise this will be a very short stay”. What the hell is going on? I closed my door abruptly in fear and panic and turned around to see the whole place on fire, flames were everywhere, even on me! I was on fire! Burning screaming and all of a sudden I stopped, the flames were eating me alive but I didn’t care. Someone stood before me and smiled, her face , the face of an angel. My skin fell off, and I was burning, the pain didn’t matter anymore, she was there. She walked up to me. Her finger touched my face and from that point the fire fled my body leaving no wounds at all. But it didn’t surprise me. I took her hand and put it around my shoulders and hugged her. The flames danced in slow motion as we danced with them, swaying in the wind of life. Then I said something, I didn’t think, it just came out. “ Not untile my last breath”. She backed her head away and looked into my eyes, I looked into hers. I
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saw in her a flame, one that didn’t scare me, and I fell into her beautiful eyes, falling into a pool of
green water. I surfaced and swam to the side. Mark was there he spoke, “Hey “J” how’s the woman?” I smiled and pointed to the other side of the public swimming pool “ She’s fine look” then I watched his face turn to anguish, “ Oh shit, look who’s there man!”. I looked over and saw a
man talking to her, standing above her as she was sitting on the side of the pool, anger and hatred filled me like a thousand bonfires and I took my sword from my side and walked across the green water. His attention was veered my way and the ugly face that sprang from him opened it’s mouth wide, demonic teeth flung out of it’s mouth and I swung my blade with all my strength and hatred, The blade snapped but slit a deep gash into the foul figure and black blood oozed out into the water and I began to sink into this darkness. I panicked and tired to swim but it just made it worse and I slowly sank into the putrid scum of my own sin.
Darkness turned to light, slowly and unfocused. I lay in a puddle of black ooze, on the floor. All the men watched me and tilted their heads in confusion. When light came into focus I took the paper from off my face and saw Guin holding his head. I stood slowly as the black ooze returned to my bosom. When I got a better look at Guin I saw dark blood flowing freely from a deep wound in his face. He looked up at me and smiled, although it was deformed by his wound, it was still that smirk he always had. “ I found your name, and that you’re very angry at someone”. I put up my hands and walked toward him, my skeleton palms grasping his face, “ I’m sorry Guinehem, I didn’t mean to hurt you, whatever you did brought a lot of strange things into my mind, and I think I’m getting a lot of pieces of the puzzle”. Guin smiled again as the wound gradually sealed shut, “ Yes, you brought me on quite a ride Jonathan”. The name crushed my heart, I let Guin go and backed away, I knew I wasn’t Jonathan, I was only his emotions, and that wasn’t enough for me. As if Guin had read my mind, he put his hand on my shoulder, “ Don’t worry, you’ll be in one piece sooner then you think. We already have a very good lead, your name is Jonathan Gary Cappella. With that information we can find your grave and be on our way in no time”. I looked at him and tilted my head in confusion, “ What will be “ our way ” after retrieving my body?” Guin looked at me and smiled in a guilty way, “That’s the part all of you find quite difficult, you see, it will no longer be “OUR” way Jonathan, it will be yours and yours alone”. I got up quickly and walked toward him, “ You mean you leave me afterwards?”. Guin tilted his head and looked at the floor, “ Yes Jonathan, I can’t do anything about it, it is our way. There are many Dreamers that need our help and we can’t stick with one for very long, we help them get at least one of their components and you must be on your own for the other, and to discover your life”. I walked up to him and with an angry tone I spoke through my heart, “ But Guinehem , we just lived my life together, you were there, in my head, watching what I had gone through, you have a part of me in you right now!” Guin looked at me softly for the first time ever, “ And that is why we will never truly depart, and that is why I never forget any of the spirits I’ve helped because they all have a part of them with me. Although you left me with more then just memories” he smiled and pointed at the still healing wound on his face. I walked to him and put my hand on his face, I concentrated with all my energy and forced the black ooze of my sin to show itself and lash to his wound, I absorbed every part of his wound and held it deep within me, as an emotion and no longer a physical wound.
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“ Now I have a part of you within me as well”. Rachel put her hand on my shoulder and smiled to me when I turned. “ We must be on our way , the sun will set soon”. I looked outside and noticed that she was right, and then I wondered in awe at how long I was in that tranced state.
The night flew over the world like my shroud did over me, and it brought with it darkness that appealed to the evil doers of the city, sirens sounded in the distance, and the ill fated acts of iniquity rushed by me as an emotion of distress. Guin and Rachel said they’re goodbyes to the res of the Awakened and we walked through the wall and into the world of the dead, for it had been long since we had regenerated our spectral forms. Walking through the night like ghosts ,those white balls flew everywhere like snow falling in every direction, I looked over at Guin, “ What are those white balls of light, and why do I have a face in this form but not in the real world?” Guin looked at me and laughed. “ First of all, this is just as Real as the real world, but to answer your question, it is because you only have a spectral form , the skeleton you see in the physical world isn’t visible to normal people, only to Dreamers. And as to those white balls, Rachel? Would you fill him in?” when he finished saying that he laughed, and so did Rachel , so I got a little hint as to what they were, “ Wait Rachel , let me guess, they’re what regenerates our spectral form righ?” Rachel looked at me in a cute way, with her head tilted slightly, “ Very good, that’s exaclty it, but to be more precise, they are the spirit of the earth, it is believed that each planet has a soul or spirit, and this is mother earth if you will, she is what regenerates our spectral form, she is what gives the spirit to all the animals as well, and all the insects and all the other living things that most people believe to be insignificant”. Guin raised his eyebrows and I turned to my left to face him, “ Yes and remember when I told you that some Dreamers have a hard time to stay in the world of the dead because they fall into that sleep of nightmares?” I nodded to his question “ well some of those Dreamers feed on insects , use their spirits to stay in the physical realm instead of falling to inducement in the spectral realm”. Then a strange thought passed through my mind and I had to ask it. “ Is it possible to absorb the spirit or soul from a living being, like a human that isn’t dead?”. Guin stopped walking, and so did Rachel. “I’m new remember that, don’t scold me of my ignorance”. Guin nodded and continued, “ You’re right, you don’t know any better at this point, and yes it is possible to feed on the living like a demon would, and there are those who do it , they are mostly nightmare’ers though, those who cannot control themselves”. Rachel began to speak so I turned to the right to face her as we walked, “ It is one of the strongest rules in our constitution, as to not harm the living unless absolutely necessary”. I looked ahead to the green haze that always hung in the spectral form , “ When would it be deemed necessary to harm a normal human?” Guin frowned as I asked the question, “ There is a man by the name of Mandrel Perston Osscaurmiler,
He is a very rich man and is in his dying ages. He knows that we exist and since his mid 20's he’s been hunting us down and trying to understand our immortality. Now he funds a group of scientists and brutal marines that hunt us down and kill our physical form, and recently his scientists have invented something that can trap our spectral from, if you ever see the name Krilan on someones shirt or coat or a van or truck with that name, stay far away. Krilan is the name of the company that harbors those technologies”. Guin turned to the front and we kept on walking, passing people on the night streets, yet they didn’t see us or hear our conversations. Rachel leaned forward to try and get my attention as I was looking to the left, then began talking once I had turned to her. “ There are also those who hunt us down as a game. They can only harm your
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physical form yet this is a dangerous thing as well because often there are creatures, demons that wait in the spectral form for you to be in between, in that hazed deformed state were you can be devoured”. If I had skin I would probably have goos bumps at the sight of what those demons might look like. Guin continued from Rachel’s conversation, “ That maneuver is called a dead trap it is also used by a lot of Dreamers, those that hunt others for their souls or spirits. They will wait for you to die in any way physical, then they will use that spectral tongue to devour the spirit or soul while it is in between”. We walked into the center of town and tall buildings rose over us like vigilant giants watching forever over the city. We walked between two of these large buildings and phased to the physical realm there, were no one could see us, then I watched as Rachel and Guin reformed they’re cloaks into clothing, and I tried my best, still needing practice in those fields.
Guin looked strangely at one of the walls and looked at Rachel, “Do you think it is thin enough for him?” Rachel looked at me as I fiddled with my Shroud, trying to perfect the textures, she giggled at my attempts and responded to Guin’s question, “ You mean for a fade leap? I believe he is capable”. At the sound of a new term I was pulled from my puttering and looked at the wall as Guin began to speak. “ Time to teach you a new trick, watch and learn, once I get to the top Rachel will explain how it’s done, don’t waist too much time, i’ve been dead a long time, the hour glass of my patience is running low.” I laughed at a thought and said it out loud, “ Why don’t I grind you to a dust and fill it up?” Guin and Rachel laughed. “ You can practice your sword with me later”. Guin turned and faced the wall. He backed up a bit then sprinted toward the wall at an extremely fast speed. Jumping at least 20 feet vertical he phased halfway into the wall with a sizzling sound and leaped off of it once again, thrusting himself at least 40 feet, then he did so once more against the other wall and continued doing so until he reached the top. I stood looking up and let a gasp of awe. “ Wow!” Rachel looked at me and smiled timidly, I could almost see blush on her cheeks, “ You know it’s the first time we’re alone!” she laughed and looked at the wall “ I’m suer you kind of got the idea when you saw him do it right?”. I nodded and watched her walk toward the wall “ It’s not that hard... you use the wall as a slingshot, when you phase through everything will deform, and bend as you burst into the wall, when you phase back the spectral entity of the wall will snap back and launch you. You have to practice it though, it’s kind of hard the first few times. I’ll let you try to jump normally first, just to see how high you can go”. So I looked down, the rims of my hood like a frame to all that I see. Then I looked up , and she laughed at this for some reason. “ Ok, I guess I can try”. I bent my legs, or whatever they were and jumped as high as I could. Pathetically I only cleared about a 2 feet. Rachel laughed at me and began to speak. “You have to remember Jon you’re dead, you are no longer a human being, you are a human gone, and therefore you have no physical body, if I were to de-robe you before a normal person they would see nothing, your skeleton is only visible to us”. She kind of got the point across, I was trying to jump with a physical body, and not a dead one. I tried once more and this time I also tired to include my shroud. “ One more thing Jon, You are a spirit, emotions drive you. I was once a spirit as well you know, that’s the form I came back in. You have to use that power to your advantage, you emotions can push you forward or stop you dead in your tracks, but they can never make you go backwards. Use your hatred, and anguish to strengthen yourself, you are a creature of darkness after all.” I looked at myself and before I tried to jump again she said one more thing “Oh , then again, maybe it is love that entices you’re spirit, and not loathing”. Those
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words almost made me tremble, yet they also gave me hope and strength. I looked toward the night sky, thousands of diamonds shun toward me, and I imagined I was about to reach them. This time I didn’t bend my legs at all, I simply looked toward the sky, thought of the name Julia’anne, and with only her face in my mind I thrust myself toward the sky, toward the unknown that is waiting for me around each corner, and as I flew between the buildings , everything changed, the name Mark flew through my head, the picture of that demonic face blew into my head and hatred filled my heart, Julia’anne never lost her place in my mind yet this intruder seemed to fuel me even more so, and with a deep scream my shroud burst out of it’s textured shape and turned into a dark robe, ripped and torn , worn out and a reincarnation of sin and of all the things that now floated within my mind. I screamed and pushed myself against the entire world and with a deep groaning in my chest I flew faster and higher, windows flew by like raindrops in a dark storm, and a familiar feeling was felt, like I had felt when I first when through the Breaking. Then when I stopped my war cry, I slowed down leisurely and floated for a while as my direction changed from up to down. It is only then that I noticed how high I had thrown myself while bursting in rage. My shroud went from pushing against me to floating above me as I now fell toward one of the buildings I had passed. I fell hard and fast, To break my fall I forced my shroud before me like tentacles toward the rooftop. I landed hard but not too hard, directly beside Guin as he smiled lightly. The wind blew my shroud behind me as I reformed it back into textured and colored clothing. And Guin watched me with a strange gaze.
*clap clap clap* Guin was applauding my entrance, “ Nice nice, but be warned, pulling stunts like that will deplete your spectral from quickly, too quickly. I am surprised to see you do such a high thrust though, you must have had emotions running through you like bursting hot springs”. I laughed at the reality of what he said and watched as Rachel phase leaped up the building. When she reached the top I smiled at her. “ Well I guess you’ll have to teach me that another time.” she shook her head and smiled, “ Look jon, look around you” All I could see were rooftops of tall buildings. “ and?” she continued “ if you want to stay alive for the next hour you’re going to have to slow your next decent with a phase leap and not with your shroud. You must have used a lot of energy there”. Rachel turned to Guin “ maybe we should return to spectral form for a little while for him to recuparate, I don’t want him falling and Breaking”. I laughed at what she said “ what do you mean Breaking, isn’t that the term used for entering the first time?” Guin turned around and walked toward the ledge while he spoke “ Yes but Breaking is the term used when you return to the spectral realm unwillingly , or in other words dying, Breaking is when you return and go into that state of deformation for a few minutes, that is when you are most vulnerable to be destroyed”.
Rachel was at the other end of the rooftop and called us over “ Guinehem, Look!” When he walked across he shrugged his shoulders, by the time I got to the ledge they were already turning around, “ We must leave quickly, Nightmare’ers are coming”, I saw small shadows leaping from building to building, shrouds, shadows, they had no true form instead they changed form constantly. “ What are they coming for?” Guin turned and looked at me in anger for the first time. “ They’re comming for you Jon, When you did your leap you used a lot of energy and that leaves a wave in the spectral realm , they felt it and now they’re coming, like sharks that smell blood in the sea”. I would have frowned if I had a face but I turned and formed my blade. “ Then let us fight them, I’m not a coward!” Guinehem put his hand on my shoulder and turned me around
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quickly “ YOU CANNOT FIGHT THEM! YOU ARE NOT GOOD ENOUGH, neither am I” I tilted my head in confusion. “ You aren’t good enough? How is that possible, are you not ages old?” Guinehem turned with a face filled with rage “ You don’t understand fledgling, they use more magic’s that you don’t even understand yet. They will kill you and devour you before you can even touch them with your steel”. I looked back and they were surprisingly quite close, they had traveled at least three to four miles in that few seconds of speaking, “ Alright” I put away my steel and turned around, Rachel seemed worried “ What do we do?” Rachel walked towards me with her hands in her hands up to her mouth as if she was coughing, “ We run, and hope that they don’t run faster” Guin turned and nodded, “ Now is the time to test you truly, for if you lack the speed, you will die, and I can’t risk more than one Dreamer because of your incompetence”. I put my head down and felt sorrow, and I do believe that they can feel my emotions when I thrust them strong enough because Guinehem’s expression changed as I felt. “ let’s go they’re getting close” I said while watching them phase to the spectral realm, so did I.
The stars and the moon lit the rooftops as we swiftly glided across them , I had gotten quite agile in this form of transportation in the last hour, The shadowed silhouettes of the Nightmare’ers grew slowly closer each time I turned to see. Everything was a blur as we shifted through walls and buildings , pushing through some that seemed to slow me down , for I wasn’t that good at it yet. We still spoke though, for unlike the physical realm, we need not air to fuel muscles. “ Where are we going?” I asked as we shifted through an apartment building, the frozen picture of people sleeping in they’re beds and living rooms filled my mind as we only took seconds to pass through. At ground level it was quicker yet the Nightmare’ers were high above the buildings and still moving faster. Guin answered my question as we came to a highway with light traffic, “ The city cemetery is at the outskirts of town, we should make it there in no time now, we’ve been running at this speed for at least an hour”. Rachel looked back as we moved across fields now, rushing out of the big city and toward residential area’s. “ They still come closer Guin, we may be forced to fight” I turned to see , the sight was frightening, shadowed shrouds bouncing from building to building, shrieking yells comming from behind, blades glowing in the moonlight. “ I’m guessing they don’t believe in diplomacy?” Guinehem looked at me furiously, “ This is hardly the time to joke”. The small two or one story houses of the neighborhood flew by as we now travel slightly above them , as to not be slowed by the shifting. I looked back and now I could even make out faces on the Nightmare’ers, “ Guin will they not over run us when we reach flat ground?” Guin turned to see them for himself and he grunted at their proximity. “ There are five”. I turned in confusion for I thought I had seen more then five. “ How can you say five? I see many more” Guin wasn’t paying attention to me, he was still looking at them , “ NO! There are only two, they use magic to mask their numbers, these two are quite skillful at masquerades”. I looked back and still saw six or seven black shrouds flying in the wind. Now they were very close, I could smell their stench and see they’re demented faces well. “ I guess we fight?” Guin looked at me then at Rachel, “ I guess we fight!” Guin pulled out a sword about four feet long and three inches thick, decorated with black steel designs. Rachel at her turn retrieved a six foot long blade, about one inch or less of thickness as I formed my meter long blade of 2 inches thick. The nightmare’ers, now showing they’re true numbers of two, held curbed swords. We still flew quickly across the land as they came closer. Guinehem looked at us and spoke “ We return to the physical realm and stop dead on the count of
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three!” and so Guin began his count from to three, “ One” the houses became less and less as we traveled to the end of the city limits, “Two” the nightmare’ers came close enough to attack us yet we pushed faster to stay out of range “ THREE” all three of us phased into the physical realm and stopped dead on a dime as the Nightmare’ers flew past us. The sun began to rise from the est and shine to the back of the Nightmare’ers as they turned to face us. We stood Guin in front, Rachel and I behind him , her on his right, I on his left. The Nightmare’ers came and stopped a few meters before us. One walked crookedly and wobbling toward Guin, “ You think , not, maybe?, souls spirits, and bodies?, strange to see such things... quite, maybe you fight?, to me it matter not, DIE DIE DIE!” With the three last words accompanied by three swift slashes Guin blocked all of them , one from the right, the left, and below at knee height. Guin backed up as sparks still fell from the last attack. The other Nightmare’er came toward me and did not speak. He simply lashed out in frantic attacks, trying to hit me with luck, and luck is something I did not have. Instinctively blocking with my blade, grunting at every contact. I managed to stay unscathed at the attacks, yet he pressed on. Rachel came from the side and with a war cry slashed off his left arm. Standing in front of me now, “ Get back Jon” I walked up to her right, “ I’m not leaving or backing up” The Nightmare’er got up from the ground and looked at his limb on the floor still grasping the sword before it turned to dust, “ WHAAT! You think hurt me?, oh , think not, DIE!” the insane face of this character shacking and saliva falling from his mouth he put up his other hand and suddenly small particles of light started to fly toward the center of his palm , only becoming visible when near his hand, and slowly but surely forming a ball. “Look out!” I instinctively pushed Rachel out of the way and caught the ball in the chest, I flew backward but wasn’t in any sort of pain. I looked at my chest and saw that I had a burn mark and that the texture and colors had fled my clothing. “THAT was a mistake”. I filled my heart with rage, using different pictures and names to fuel me and push all my energy to the max. All of a sudden my head flew back and I felt strange.. I started laughing and walked slowly toward the attacker. I had gone berserk, nothing mattered anymore, I had pushed too much hatred and energy. I slashed out at amazing speeds at the Nightmare’er and washed as he tried to block them, some were deflected while many others slashed deeply into his flesh cutting him down to little pieces, then out of complete rage I swung my head back and screamed as hard as possible, all the energy I had summoned came rushing out
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