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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Where's my angel?

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Sweet Dreams!

May Nightmare spare you.

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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He's there.

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Sweet Dreams!

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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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Crashing dreams.

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Sweet Dreams!

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Chapter 1 - Prediction

Prediction

“There will come a day, a day of light, the day the saviour will be found that can win the fight. The battle will be long, and many shall die, but the world will be saved by this fearless ally. Her powers are strong, but something is wrong, she isn’t aware of the strength that she holds. But things will change, as fate takes its course, and with men by her side, she will be a powerful force. Star-crossed it seems, by a man in her dreams, who takes her heart by day and by night. He shares this love, it flows through his veins, with blood from the monster that still here remains. He found the saviour and taught her to fight, and with her he’ll help to do what is right. The son of the monster will vanquish its rule, with his love at his side, they will end what was cruel. Soon the man who will haunt our dreams, the air filling with blood chilling screams, will turn from his lighthearted ways. The man of the future will not save us all, in truth, he will be our downfall.

“So, my brothers, now you have heard. And I advise you to live by my word.”

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Let us begin.

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Character - Seth

Seth

Antagonist

Male

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Seth is the primary antagonist in this story and falls into this role purely out of fear and accident. Little is known about this time until later in the story, and he emerges as Nightmare to Eli, the name he has chosen to take on. Previous to the story's beginning, Seth had an affair with Clockwork, making Alec his son. Seth used to be the leader of the Gathering, but when the prophecy was made, he panicked and started working on hunting down and killing his son, the only way he believed he could stop the prophecy. But in turn, he ended up becoming the monster he was trying to prevent himself from becoming, killing some of the most powerful Dreamers in the Dream World to power his crazed hunt. As he did so, he became very powerful and it went to his head. He is still extremely hind sighted and doesn't see the monster he is, but he is enjoying the rule he has over the Dream World, and at the beginning of the story, it seems as though he wants to keep it that way. He's very controlling, and knows his enemies, using his powers to put constrictions on Clockwork, and watching the new Gathering's every move. He is also extremely persuasive, and is about six foot two. He has mesmerizing electric blue eyes, and short cropped, spiky black hair tipped with red. He appears to have a very demanding and negative outlook on life, but like all great villains, he's really just afraid. He loves power, but his biggest fear is becoming a monster, though he has already become that.