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Something strange had to be in your dinner because that night, everyone who went to the carnival seems to have a strange dream. In the dream they are in a snow cover field, all alone. Around them, more snow is softly falling but suddenly, out of nowhere, a little speck of white light flies up to them.
Getting as close to their face as possible, the fairy reaches out and touches their nose with an ice like sensation. It looks as if it was crying though it is hard to tell on the pale body.
‘Please…help us…’
The voice is barely a high pitch whisper before something draws its attention from behind you and it speeds away back to where it came from.
Just as you go to turn around, something strikes and you wake in your bed, your nose cold to the touch.
Dreams weren't usual for Reid so when he happened to have one, it was typically a momentous occasion. Whether something was troubling him in the real world or nagging in the back of his mind, his dreams tended to be influenced by the thoughts he couldn't make go away during the waking hours. Things that had to do with work, with money, with his mother and stepfather. As imaginative and creative as he was as a person, his dreams tended to lack anything that had no impact on his world.
So when he found himself in a snowy field surrounded by nothing but snow upon snow, he was... confused. Very confused.
Blue eyes glanced around to investigate but the snow stretched out as far as the eye could see. He didn't feel cold although he knew he should, considering the temperature and his lack of jacket, but it didn't feel important. No, there was a foreboding feeling nagging at the corner of his mind and he couldn't quite put his finger on why he was getting that sensation but it was there, lingering. Waiting.
His breath let off no smoke when he exhaled, another sign that he was dreaming and not randomly abandoned out in the middle of nowhere. Snow flurries continued to fall, one right after another, an endless cycle of snow landing on the ground for him to stare at with a very confused expression. He thought about calling out but who would hear him? It wasn't as if he couldn't conjure up a solution to this strange environment with his own mind... but then, why wasn't anything being conjured up when he concentrated super hard on making the scene around him change?
No, the only difference was the small speck of light that began swirling around in circles, flicking around in sporadic, almost frantic movement until it was hovering almost inches from his face. The small outline of a person was there, among the glow, and their eyes looked streaked, as if they were crying.
What in the world was this?
He'd heard about fairies - what person hadn't - but this was... weird. Really weird. And it wasn't getting any easier on him when the fairy began to cry out, begging for help.
"Please.... help us...."
Us?
Who in the world was us? Did they mean other fairies too? And how in the world was he supposed to help them?
Irritated from the lack of information being provided, he let out an exasperated sigh as arms crossed themselves over his chest. He opened his mouth to demand more answers when the panicked fairy zipped away, obviously disturbed by something it saw behind him.
He noticed the shadow of the large object in the snow, the outline looming over his own silhouette. As he turned around to investigate, a resounding crack hit the top of his head and Reid Covey shot up in bed, startled awake by whatever it was that had attacked him.
Shaking his head, he debated bothering going back to sleep or not. If he was going to have more weird dreams like that, it might not be worth it.
Laying back down on his pillow, he scrunched up his nose and pulled up the covers a little more tightly. He must have been dreaming about snow a little too much because he was shivering like he'd really been standing outside, all of that time.
It was really weird.
