So, I actually had to cut this prompt off. I wrote way more than what you see, but I didn’t want to post it all because of the mass quantities of spoilers that would ensue. So. Enjoy what I can post!
What Dreams May Come
I hated it when I fell asleep. I could always tell, too… I could tell because it always happened the same way. I was laying in whatever hotel room I was bouncing to, and then suddenly I wasn’t. Since I had learned that my father was a demon, I’d been waking up in fire and brimstone, seeing a world that no mortal mind could have ever managed to imagine. At first, it had confused me… but the deeper that I delved into that Hell, I was discovering the true meaning of fear.
At first, when I’d had these dreams I refused to move. I figured if I didn’t go anywhere, I’d wake up eventually without having to deal with anything going on. In the distance, I could hear a chorus of screams like some dark litany of agony. Whatever was causing that, I didn’t want to see. The only thing that was frightening about it was the fact that there was a part of me, and it was a larger part than I wanted to admit, truly wanted to go and revel in the chaos.
I had this dream every night, until I fought with myself not to sleep. The exhaustion was detrimental to my training, and I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to keep it up… I knew that I was going to have to give in and sleep…
I didn’t want to close my eyes, but as soon as I did, I felt my body fall into relaxation and the screams started. Something new came to my ears however, and it was the sound of a rich voice chuckling. I jerked up, knowing that I wasn’t going to be able to wake myself.
My eyes still opened, and they landed on the man standing in front of me. He had one hand out, as though to help me stand. Full lips were turned up into a smile, and green eyes glittered with emotions that I couldn’t read.
“I was wondering when you were going to give in to your dreams, Karsyn. Come, come now Isn’t fighting too hard?” His voice sounded so condescending… and yet there was something in there that told me he knew something that I did not. More than that, there was something so… familiar about him.
“Who are you?”
He looked at me, and the smile on his face just grew. “Oh, come on now. Look me in the eyes and tell me you can’t guess.” His fingers beckoned to me again, and for some reason I stretched my fingers out and took his hand. He pulled me to my feet in a fluid motion, and I quickly took three steps back. My hand went towards my back and he shook his head slowly, reddish black hair sliding against his shoulders.
“Now, now, why would you try to get that filthy little Angel Blade? You should realize that out of all that you could face, I understand it better than even you.” He looked at me as though I should have understood him. Instead, I shook my head.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about…” My fingers flexed over my spine and I waited for the sensation of the blade to appear. When it didn’t, I grasped at my skin, nails actually scratching. The man simply smirked.
“Now, now… foolish little boy, do you really think that you have any power here?”
Well, there it is. I’m loving doing some little snippits from my novels! I hope you guys are enjoying your prompts as well! I can’t wait to see them all! NaNo is coming soon! 4 days and counting!!
Until next time, keep reading and writing!
Author Amanda McCormick
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