It always started the same way. First there was nothing, a blank sheet of nothing across eternity, and then came the dream.
He found himself standing in a city made of stone. Tall buildings rocketed upwards, glowing softly against the darkened skies. Orbs of light flew through the air at astonishing speeds, trails of light following behind them.
"Vgaqa er ga? Demc gel miv!"
Voices were shouting, frantically screaming in their foreign tongue. He could never understand them yet the words sounded so familiar.
One of the lights dropped down towards him, the light fading away to reveal a tall male figure. From his position he could see metal-plated armor and strange symbols all over the male. The most stunning feature on the figure was the dazzling, purple wings sprouting from his back. The man had two sets of wings, the top set a dark black while the bottom set faded into purple. Black and purple feathers swirled around him as he landed.
"Va'ta ukqaucx kirs sga isgaq svi, va bummis kira gel!"
"Kiqc Sugeq! Vgaqa uqa xio?"
There were too many voices, too many emotions he couldn't tell friend from foe. All he knew was that he needed to get out of there. Finding his wits, the boy stumbled as he ran back, towards a shining gate off in the distance. He was in reaching distance when a cold voice spoke, freezing him to his spot.
"Luqj lx viqcr Kiqc Qugeq, E vekk demc xio."
And for some reason that voice was the most terrifying thing.
Rex was startled awake, gasping and panting. His dreams as of late never involved any sort of voice calling out to him before. It was male, seemingly much older then himself with a deep tone of voice. Deep and cold like the bowels of the ocean, dark and twisted. As much as he wanted to deny that he was frightened, it was true. It pained him to admit he was afraid of a voice. A single, stupid voice he heard just once in his dreams.
Despite the fact that he heard it speaking to him, Rex doubted the speaker was actually talking to Rex himself, more like it was speaking to someone else. The fact it wasn't talking to him somehow made it easier to forget. Sort of comforting in an odd way.
Rex looked around in the darkness. It was still late and everyone would still be asleep. So with nothing else to do the boy sighed and fell back asleep.
Not knowing there two others somewhere having the exact same moment as him.
I have no idea why I'm starting another chapter story when I haven't even finished one. Not to mention my confidence in writing for this particular series is completely shot after watching the "Heroes United" episode. There's no way I can do Bobo. ;_;
The bolded language is a special little thing I came up with. If you can guess what I did then you are a true genius.
Leave a review if you enjoyed this while I sit in the corner and cry for my pathetic self.