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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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 7 - Ink & Napkins

Ink & Napkins

...Don’t worry. I won’t let him attack you again.

By now we needed a new napkin to write on. Tracy brought me another.

Oh really?

I felt touched and almost utterly safe now that I knew this strange angel was watching out for me. I had never felt such safety before. I looked up at him as Tracy skated over to pass him the new napkin. He was smiling playfully at me, looking me straight in the eyes passionately from under the brim of his fedora, and just then fear struck through me. The expression plastered on the angel’s face as he twirled the pen like a baton through his fingers brought me straight back to the nightmare. It was the look plastered on Nightmare’s face as he inched closer to me that first time. And now it was on my angel’s.

But the expression broke as Tracy stopped at his table, and he smiled up at her and mumbled a thanks sweetly to her, making her swoon.

He read the message I wrote and rolled his eyes. I finished off what was left of my milkshake as I watched him. Seconds later, Tracy was bringing the napkin back.

Yes really. In fact, you have the whole Gathering looking out for you now after the incident this morning. It’s going to be ok. He’s not going to lay a finger on you again while we can help it.

Oh, but you said he will attack other people too, not just me. Why aren’t you protecting them?

Listen Eli, there is something you have to understand. Nightmare isn’t just some rebel causing havoc. Eli, this is a war. And in war you can’t save everybody.

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Chapter 5 - I Love Him. Right?

I Love Him. Right?

While I waited for Trevor, my gaze returned to the bed next to me. But when I looked, I had to look twice. The boy was gone. Vanished.

“Lucky,” I muttered under my breath. “Managed to sneak out with out getting caught.”

But then I noticed something. I had gazed at his perfect form long enough before to remember the way the blankets had been lying across his body. The blankets now lied not in casual disarray, as though someone may have gotten out of the bed, but exactly the way they had lied on his slender body before, as though someone had pulled him out from under them quickly and they had fallen to the mattress without being moved.

But it wasn’t just the blanket that tipped me off as on the strange side. Where the boy had once lied, now showed a thin scattering of a tiny gold coloured dust, matching his form. I quickly identified the substance as sand.

Before my mind could ponder the peculiar situation any further, I could hear Trevor calling my name outside the room.

“Eli?” he called softly, tentatively.

“In here Trev!” I called.

Trevor poked his shaggy, blond haired head through the doorway. “How’d you know it was me?”

“You know I’d know your voice anywhere.”

“Even in your dreams?” he asked, trying to fight smiling shyly.

“Even in my dreams.” I smiled slightly internally chuckling. Then I frowned, being reminded as to why I was here.
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Chapter 4 - Your Worst Nightmare

Your Worst Nightmare

“Tell me,” the man said in a deep husky voice. “What do you fear most?”

The man touched my throat where my collarbones met, and I screamed and convulsed to his burning touch. It was like ice fire, slicing down my throat and into my lungs causing my screaming to stutter. As it spread, a cold hand wrapped around my heart, squeezing it in painful jolts.

“What is it, hmmm?” the man persuaded gently, closer to my face than ever. “Is it the fire? Is that it?” His bloody right arm shot out and through the searing pain at my throat, I turned to see tongues of brilliant orange fire shoot out of his palm and race around the room. They engulfed it, towering high to the endless ceiling, and leaning in closer to me as the man beckoned them onward with the twists of his scarlet fingers. I could feel their heat radiating onto my body, my sweat dripping down my face faster then before. I whimpered pathetically. “The sweet, powerful flames of glory? No. It’s not that.” the man thought pensively. “It’s not that kind of flame. It’s the burning light of daybreak, the singeing arms of mother sun as she stretches out into the morning and takes the velvet cloak of night from under our very unconscious noses, teasing us Dreamers with her taunts of simplicity. She calls us into the day, out of the slumber for which we long for and cherish. It’s sunrise that you fear, my darling. The glorious early morning symphony of reds and purples. And the fire.”
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Chapter 3 - Darkness. Fire. Him.

Darkness. Fire. Him.

Suddenly with a splat, I hit hard ground. But it wasn’t burning hot. It was cold. Ice cold. It stung as I stood up, my muscles spazzing from the impact they took and the rapid change from hot to cold. I could feel the tears still in my eyes freeze over and I quickly opened them to stop them from freezing shut. I watched as the crystalline ice droplets that had flown from my thick eyelashes tumbled through the air. They soared and gleamed like diamond, though I could not see how, there was as much light as the nothing had provided before. As they fell to the ground just below me and shattered into hundreds of beautiful fragments, I could feel warmth. Warmth that grabbed my shoulders and soon engulfed me in a warm embrace. I feared the fire once more, and looked down at my body in alarm to make sure I was not alight. But there was nothing. Just the warm feeling. But it was still cold, my legs could feel that, but in an almost hug like way, everything else felt warm.

Slowly I felt warmth edge closer to the side of my face, soon not inches away from my ear. Then I felt the soft warm touch on my ear that I could not mistake for gentle lips. There was a person beside me. I stretched out my arms in frenzy, but there was nothing there. I froze, and the lips I could still feel, so gentle and soft, spoke.

“Shhh... Shhh. Relax, it’s going to be ok.”

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Chapter 2 - The Darkness is Coming

The Darkness is Coming

I was back on the hill again, though the soft comfort of the night was gone and the flaming tongues of daybreak were singeing the grass on the horizon. I reached up my hand to the pale orange sky and imagined I was grabbing a piece of the wall. It gathered in my hand like cloth. Carefully, I peeled back my canvas like a sticker to reveal a desert world with deep purple skies and bright colourful auroras waving and flowing above millions of floating white orbs suspended over the dry, brittle ground. Another world... That was when I saw one of the orbs spew a thick black liquid like a fountain, only to be engulfed with it and burned until it was no more than an oily puddle. It was him, I thought almost instantly. I quickly pulled the cloth-like piece of wall back into place. For good measure, I thought of duct tape and duct taped the patch I had pulled on, just in case. I sat down then and started breathing quickly. Panic was taking me over. My place, this endless white canvas, my refuge from all the problems life threw at me, wasn’t safe any more. I could never come back. I could feel the tears on my cheeks, and I tried to fight them back but to no avail. I finally broke down and let the tears take my pain away.

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Character - Alec

Alec

Main Character

Male

17

Alec is the other star-crossed main character of this story, and one of two love interests for Eli. He's a leader, though he puts his team first. He's strong willed, quick witted, observant, and an excellent fighter. When Seth split the Gathering and turned evil, Alec became the leader of the new Gathering when he turned fourteen. He is the son of Seth and Clockwork, making him a demi-god. He was born in the Dream World and lives there, rather than in our reality. However, with the aid of his mother, he can make trips to our world. He stands about five foot six, and has messy, semi-long, black hair. His eyes used to be electric blue, but they turned purple not long before the start of the story. He has a very formal, organized outlook on life. He loves music, and anyone who can spend time with him in the lonely Dream World, especially his eventual girlfriend. His biggest fear is confronting Nightmare on a personal level.