hmm...
So, writing to the prompts made me realize something. I miss writing my story. I have a story that has been locked in my head since I was 10. It has evolved slightly over the years, but none the less it is still the same story. The story is based on a series of dreams that I had when I was about 10 years old. The dreams picked up again when I was 17. I feel like now, I need to start writing them down. So, I'm going to write them here. I'll do cuts of them. If you're interested in reading them, go for it. I think I'm going to write them as I would in my written journal. We'll see where this goes.
I had been dreaming when I was startled by a light in my room. I looked up, dazed still from my sudden jerk out of sleep. I felt a pressure, almost like a pressure of a pressence. I saw a man. He was dressed in plain clothes, peasant looking. Not anything like I'd seen before. He had an off white long sleeved shirt with a brown burlap looking tunic. His pants were brown as well, but looked to be out of some sort of animal skin. He had no shoes on, and his feet were very dirty.
Around his neck was a bright round crystal hanging from a delicate chain. In it, I saw my own face. I was drawn to it. Almost like looking into it was looking into my very soul. Memories flooded my mind. Then a vision began to take shape. Another of my future visions. Only this time, my veins didn't feel like they were on fire, and there was no pounding headache. Just a weird sense of being out of self. Then it stopped. He had cupped his hand over the crystal ball, breaking whatever trance it had sent me to.
"sorry, didn't realize you were going to have that gift. It's a rare gift." and suddenly I was more aware that there was a strange man in my room. I leaped out of bed, my blood pulsing hard, I was afraid. I headed straight for the door. It slammed closed. I reached for the handle. It wouldn't move. "no need to be afraid, child. I am not here to harm you. If I was you'd be dead already. I came to take you home."
"I don't know who you are, or what you are, or how you got into my room! Get out of my house you perv! I've never met you in my life. You're crazy!" I dropped into a martial arts low gaurd. My years of training now taking over.
"i already told you I'm not going to hurt you. Now please, just trust me. Take my hand, and I will show you your home. I don't have time for you to do this!" he stretched his hand forward. I didn't budge. Something about him was different, I didn't like it.
"look, I will be able to explain better. Look at your hands, they're glowing. Please don't attack me! You might hurt yourself. You don't know how to control your powers yet! Please, come with me now. Just take my hand!" I looked out of the corner of my eyes. He was right. My hands were glowing. I felt something compulse me to open them, and throw the glow at the man. But just as I did, there was a "BOOOM" sound from upstairs. Suddenly there was another pressure, this one feeling almost dark. It was searching for me, I felt it tugging at my mind. I heard voiced shout inaudably. I heard a crash as somebody made thier way down the stairs. They started pounding on the door. I saw a sword blade punch through the door.
"please, you have to take my hand before he kills us both!" he reached his hand out again. This time, I took it. The next thing I knew I felt a rush of wind go past my face, I closed my eyes to shield them from it. Then all was silent. I felt the cool feeling of grass under my feet. The voices were gone. I felt a throbing warmth from the mans hand. I had forgotten I was holding his hand. I had grabbed it so tightly I couldn't feel my own hand.
"you can let go now" and I opened my eyes to see a dark landscape. I couldn't make out much, but I could see the reflecting light of a moon on a body of water. A moon that was an aquious color. I let go of his hand. The tension that my hand had sustained now made it agony. "thank you. That was close. I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't grabbed my hand, little one. My name is Verack. I am pleased to meet you again. You probably don't remember me, becuase you were but a few hours old last I saw you." he was smiling as he said this, still very careful to sheild the crystal from my view.
"wait, how did I get onto grass. And why is the moon the wrong color, and too big? Who are you really?" I was befuddled. I was also very tired all of the sudden. The adrenaline wearing off. Suddenly, my head began to ache. Again a vision formed, this time my veins are on fire. This time the headache was so bad I fell unconcsious, the vision that ensued revealed why I was here.
Until next time
I had been dreaming when I was startled by a light in my room. I looked up, dazed still from my sudden jerk out of sleep. I felt a pressure, almost like a pressure of a pressence. I saw a man. He was dressed in plain clothes, peasant looking. Not anything like I'd seen before. He had an off white long sleeved shirt with a brown burlap looking tunic. His pants were brown as well, but looked to be out of some sort of animal skin. He had no shoes on, and his feet were very dirty.
Around his neck was a bright round crystal hanging from a delicate chain. In it, I saw my own face. I was drawn to it. Almost like looking into it was looking into my very soul. Memories flooded my mind. Then a vision began to take shape. Another of my future visions. Only this time, my veins didn't feel like they were on fire, and there was no pounding headache. Just a weird sense of being out of self. Then it stopped. He had cupped his hand over the crystal ball, breaking whatever trance it had sent me to.
"sorry, didn't realize you were going to have that gift. It's a rare gift." and suddenly I was more aware that there was a strange man in my room. I leaped out of bed, my blood pulsing hard, I was afraid. I headed straight for the door. It slammed closed. I reached for the handle. It wouldn't move. "no need to be afraid, child. I am not here to harm you. If I was you'd be dead already. I came to take you home."
"I don't know who you are, or what you are, or how you got into my room! Get out of my house you perv! I've never met you in my life. You're crazy!" I dropped into a martial arts low gaurd. My years of training now taking over.
"i already told you I'm not going to hurt you. Now please, just trust me. Take my hand, and I will show you your home. I don't have time for you to do this!" he stretched his hand forward. I didn't budge. Something about him was different, I didn't like it.
"look, I will be able to explain better. Look at your hands, they're glowing. Please don't attack me! You might hurt yourself. You don't know how to control your powers yet! Please, come with me now. Just take my hand!" I looked out of the corner of my eyes. He was right. My hands were glowing. I felt something compulse me to open them, and throw the glow at the man. But just as I did, there was a "BOOOM" sound from upstairs. Suddenly there was another pressure, this one feeling almost dark. It was searching for me, I felt it tugging at my mind. I heard voiced shout inaudably. I heard a crash as somebody made thier way down the stairs. They started pounding on the door. I saw a sword blade punch through the door.
"please, you have to take my hand before he kills us both!" he reached his hand out again. This time, I took it. The next thing I knew I felt a rush of wind go past my face, I closed my eyes to shield them from it. Then all was silent. I felt the cool feeling of grass under my feet. The voices were gone. I felt a throbing warmth from the mans hand. I had forgotten I was holding his hand. I had grabbed it so tightly I couldn't feel my own hand.
"you can let go now" and I opened my eyes to see a dark landscape. I couldn't make out much, but I could see the reflecting light of a moon on a body of water. A moon that was an aquious color. I let go of his hand. The tension that my hand had sustained now made it agony. "thank you. That was close. I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't grabbed my hand, little one. My name is Verack. I am pleased to meet you again. You probably don't remember me, becuase you were but a few hours old last I saw you." he was smiling as he said this, still very careful to sheild the crystal from my view.
"wait, how did I get onto grass. And why is the moon the wrong color, and too big? Who are you really?" I was befuddled. I was also very tired all of the sudden. The adrenaline wearing off. Suddenly, my head began to ache. Again a vision formed, this time my veins are on fire. This time the headache was so bad I fell unconcsious, the vision that ensued revealed why I was here.
Until next time