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The burning, boiling sky rolled with storm clouds, the color of blood and hate and love and fire. They roared as they clashed together, spewing shining flashes of white hot lightening. The bright bolts illuminated the broken hill, silhouetted against the angry sky. A figure, steady against the tide of the wind, stood alone among the dancing electricity. Her cloak twisted and jumbled around her narrow shoulders, trying to escape and flicking sparks into the air.
Her hair was as the black river of Styx, true as Lethe, as it flowed in a wild mass against the crimson. Her hand flew up against the sky, the pale skin luminescent in the endless darkness and chaos. The clouds spiraled down and curled around her delicate wrist, midnight to moonlight, coiling tighter and faster until they were absorbed into her very veins.
Her platinum eyes, beacons in the night, shone across the hill, gently fading as the storm began to clear.
Stepping up behind her were two juxtaposed figures, one slender one toned, one blonde one charcoal, one shimmering sapphire and one condemning gold, both with hands reaching towards her.
She turned, reaching out, but she could only catch one hand. As she turned to glance at the owner of the hand clasped in hers, there was a roar and a blast of fire from above. The girl turned, eyes wide as a dragon reared in the open sky, the hand never slipping from hers.
Suddenly the fire engulfed her, pain searing through her nerves.
Eyes shot open, as the shrill shrieking of the alarm clock tore through the clouds and pulled the dream figure away.
AN: Welcome! This is our first fic, please read and review! We are, well, we. This is a joint account; you can call us Doom and Ages. Doom came up with the first idea, but we both think it's really great. We hope you do too!
This chapter by both Doom and Ages.