Chapter 14 - That Which Has Not Been Told

That Which Has Not Been Told

“In the Beginning, there was a great war amongst all Dreamers. Your people foolishly fought for control of the land the Lord on High had made for those that attained an exceptional closeness to him. But your people still inflicted pain on one another. So the Lord, feeling a rare compassion for your primitive understanding and nature, stepped down from the skies and stood among you. He assigned Leaders to each race of people that walked in the night and the Lord assigned to each Leader a Keeper to guide them in keeping the peace in the land He had made for them. I, Star Keeper, was given direct orders from His glory, the Lord on High, to guide the Leader of the Weavers. That Leader is now you, Violet Eyes.”

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Chapter 13 - Violet Eyes

Violet Eyes

 “You have great power within you, violet eyes. I runs through your blood like the fire that you fear, itching at your fingertips, just waiting to be released. Do not be afraid for those that have passed. They beat the drum of your heart.”

He touched me where my heart should be, and I recoiled back from his cold touch. I managed to choke out the words, “My name is Eli.” My throat was dry and phlegm-y from crying.

“I know,” Nightmare began, pulling his hand back. He took hold of my right wrist and pushed back my sleeve to reveal a tiny dream catcher and two runes etched in black into my skin. I looked at them in shock. It was not there before.

“The sand has marked you, claimed you when you set eyes on the Other world. You were probably so upset, you didn’t feel it. The dream catcher means you are a Dreamer. You are one of us now.”

I just sat, my voice stuck in my throat. Nightmare used his other hand to point to the two runes below the dream catcher.

“The sand also named you. It does not name all of us. Like I said, it has chosen you. Violet Eyes. The feather falling between the two runes means you have a partner in the Dream World… linked usually through fate or prophecy…”

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Plot Idea

Trevor + Winged Horse = awesome plot idea.

Is it not so?

Chapter 12 - Blood to Spill, Souls to Save

Blood to Spill, Souls to Save

"Look at what you've done! You're way too powerful for your own good. You're a freak of nature. You must be destroyed." Trevor's mother spoke monotonously.

The words resounded in my brain, they were familiar. She continued to walk towards us, one step at a time. Slow. I heard her shoes tap on the hardwood floor. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. And I remembered Nightmare in my dreams; his shoes clicking excruciatingly slowly on the whitewashed floor. Click. Click.

I shook my head trying to shake the image of Nightmare out of my mind. "Mrs. Kale, please stop and think about this. We can talk. Don't do this. Someone needs to call 911 before your husband dies of trauma. Please, Mrs. Kale, think!"

Trevor's mother just shook her head once sharply. "No, no Eli. I've done enough thinking on this. I've made my choice. What's one life, one body cleansing itself of its treachery so it can be eternal forever? The soul is a black thing, sin scrawled upon its walls. But none is as black as yours. Yours is as black as the night that knows all. I'm right, you know. They've told me, the ones who whisper in the darkness, the makers of dreams. They've told me what you are. They told me what you've done to my Trevor. You need to die."

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Chapter 11 - Painful Memory

Painful Memory

I pulled my covers up closer to my face and clutched the little purple dream catcher in my hand. Slowly I let my eyes flicker shut.

My vision was ridden with the sharp red lines, cutting and burning my heart into a million pieces, worse than any sunrise fire could do. I could see the blinding lights, my hands pulling up in front of my face, the mere seconds that had felt like an eternity, and those eyes… those eyes I will remember forever, though I only saw them for seconds before fate ripped them away.

I could feel the soft tears starting to flow again. My head ached, my heart burned, and the pain was too much. I couldn’t take it. I started to sob and I mentally wiped away the images on my vision, searching for the way back to the white world.

I wanted Nightmare to be waiting there on the other end for me.

I was ready.

I wanted to die.

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Chapter 10 - Dark Realities

Dark Realities

"I can't. She'd kill me if she found out." Trevor said, his voice breaking.

"She?" Skye asked. "Ok, that's a start. Can you tell me anything else about her?"

"Shit." Trevor swore.

"Do I know her, Trevor?"

There was deafening silence for a moment, Trevor thinking and Skye waiting eagerly. It was getting harder and harder to sit here, just waiting.

"How is Uncle Luke?" Trevor said.

Skye just rolled her eyes. "Come on, Trevor just tell me. Don't change the subject."

It was Trevor's turn to roll his eyes. Then he strained them in a way to suggest that the subject of Skye's dad wasn't off topic. He asked again, "How is Uncle Luke?" I figured it out. It was a clue. Trevor was trying to get her to guess.

It took Skye a moment, but I think she figured it out. "Uncle Luke is fine..." she said suspisiously. "How are Uncle Jake and Aunt Kit?"

Trevor never looked at Skye when he spoke, he looked down at the ground. "Dad is fine. He came home today. But not until... but not until a while after my Mum dragged me home from going to see Eli in the hospital."

Skye looked away and took her hands off Trevor's shoulder. She placed them on the wheel, but she seemed very uncomfortable. She traced the entire circumference of the wheel before she spoke.

"Did... did she do this to you?" Skye asked, her voice shaking.

Trevor said nothing. Skye was crying now, her silent tears glowing on her cheeks in the light from the street lamps.

"How?" she asked despretely. "How could your mother do something like that to you?"

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Chapter 9 - Would you want to know?

Would you want to know?

The truth was, I dreamed of angels. Well, actually, one angel. She told me things, horrible things, perhaps the kind one never wants to hear. But for some reason, I found them reassuring. She said she was a prophet of the lord, but I didn’t believe her. She told me anyways. She told me how I was going to die.

The first night she said the details were sketchy, perhaps it wouldn’t play out exactly as planned. It bothered me that my death would be planned, that life would be planned. She said it wasn’t something I could change. Then she left.

The second night, I asked her what she knew. She told me. She said it would not be painless, peaceful, or merciful. She said I would not die in my sleep, but murdered by accident. Quick, but excruciatingly painful. I would die in the arms of someone I loved. She left me to my thoughts.

The third night, I asked how I would be murdered. She said it involved knives and could tell me no more. She didn’t stay long that night. I battled with nightmares.

The fourth night, I asked why I died. She said it was complicated. But she told me anyways. She said I would die for someone I loved, but it would not be I who saved her. It was not my time. But she said my turn would come soon enough, when only I had the power to save her from the darkness. When I asked her how I could save her when I was dead, she said certain gifts are only bestowed in the afterlife. Until then, I could only soar high and watch from the stars. She left me puzzling.

She didn’t return again.

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