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Aurelia--The Nightmare Again |
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The dream came again last night. Sitting in the library, at a table in the corner, I stare at a blank book in front of me. Why I seem enthralled with it I do not know nor do I think I could possibly understand. As my dream self is enamored with the pages in front of me, and my conscious self is confused and wondering why, I hear howls of pain emanating from the opposing corner. Looking up I see the large black shape rise up behind one of the bookcases. It bubbles and grows, seeming to crawl across the ceiling. As it passes by the rows upon rows of texts and scrolls the pages bleed red streams of blood and the clay crumbles to piles of ash. Closer and closer it creeps and I just sit there, paralyzed with fear and wonder. The shelves tremble under its touch and halfway to me the cloud stops, then seams pop open and two large violet eyes stare at me. I rush to my feet and the screams that rip from my throat join the chorus of shouts from the books. As I turn to run the shadow mass lunges at me and envelopes me.
I gag on the inky blackness, I gasp for air but none is to be had and the pain in my chest spreads. A dizziness crashes over me and I feel myself falling into an even darker void then that which surrounds me.
I come to slowly, my head throbs, my chest aches and my throat has been screamed raw. I hear nothing and I open my eyes just a bit. I find myself lying on a cold, black stone floor; the walls are covered in an entangled mass of shadow tentacles that reach out for me but stop just short of touching me. I stand carefully, trying to keep perfectly centered so to avoid their caress. Footsteps echo off to my right and I turn to see three figures wrapped in shadowed robes walking toward me, footsteps then come at me from the left, then in front and finally four figures come at me from behind. Thirteen in all stand in circle surrounding me, the shadows from the wall play about them, almost reverently. One figure that had come up to me from behind steps forward, his head raises and bright purple eyes stare at me. I feel him in my mind, his soul reaching out and touching mine, cold tendrils twist and turn along my thoughts, going places no one has gone before. I stand there, frozen in terror; not knowing what he wants or what he will do with the information he will garnish.
He stops and even though I can not see it, I feel the malicious grin spread across his face. He pulls out just as gently and the shadows finally touch me as they enfold me in blackness once more. Before I fall completely back into the void I see the thirteen phase back into the void.
I wake with a start, the tattoo burns again, as if someone has poured liquid fire over it. I feel violated but assured at the same time, but either way confusion reigns supreme. I know this is a recurring nightmare, has been for centuries; but each time it always feels so real that I can’t help myself but to want to learn more about those that wield power over the shadows. Do the shadows control them or do they control the shadows? Also, how? How could one possibly be able to craft the intangible into something tangible? Is it magick or is it a higher or lower power that allows for this? The reason is rarely just a “gift of the blood”, usually there is reason behind it. Who and what created this ability and why does it plague my dreams?
Keeper_of_Tales · Sat Mar 01, 2008 @ 02:03am · 0 Comments |
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