A/N : LOOKING FOR A BETA. This story is nowhere near being done. Infact this first page may change, but posting it was the only way I could think of to find someone to help me BETA. I have been looking but I just don't know where to look. If you are interested let me know. Or if you know where to look please feel free to drop me a line. So people who just want to read this for the fun don't expect any updates anytime soon.
In fact this is not even the real title. I'm doing this as a present for a friend who asked me YEARS ago to write this for her. In fact the original I never finished is still posted here, under the same title as below.
Bring Back the Sun
Prolog
The sky radiated a hazy golden blush although no sunlight ever touched this earth. What illumination the world did attain was the remnants of light, filtered through the veil that kept the worlds apart.
Like most things of this world the light was a departed essence of nature. Coming from what some deemed above ground. Reminiscent of a trash heap the above world sent its remains to the land below. Things forever lost, forgotten or destroyed found their way to the underground. Every time an old tree died or a river was dried a sapling would appear in the land or a trickle would start to flow. The essence of these discarded objects finding a new life among the new worlds inhabitants.
This is a place in between. Between life and death, wrong and right; were magic is born and dreams run free. You find it out the corner of your eye as you look in the window, or in a flash like a distant memory as you walk through a door. Most people mistake these visions as leaving the coffee pot on or a sense of déjà vie.
However the strongest visions of the between is often seen through dreams in that place between waking and sleep. The connection there is so powerful your dreams can be used as an entrance. Those few who keep their dreams close to their hearts, never focusing on reality or illusion can call to the between and travel the worlds.
Long ago the inhabitants of this world did not much care for the later. These foreign creatures brought with them their nightmares and polluted the land. It did nothing to help the situation that the people of the underground were territorial and untrusting by nature. They considered these outsiders a menace to their imposed peace and solitude. So they built a gate, a massive gate outside the entrance to keep the dreamers at bay. But this action had unforeseen consequences. The dreams seeped into the gate, then the land causing it to grow. The gate took on a life of its own molding itself to its own desires. With every new dream a new piece was added to the puzzle.
The inhabitants had unwittingly trapped themselves behind the other side.
A young girl with pale pink hair let long feathered lashes grace her chiseled cheek as she cast her gaze from the gate. The sands on the wind rubbed her skin raw causing it to crack from the heat. Raising her hand to the dying light she saw her paper thin fingers turn a translucent blue. Pretty soon the rest of her would follow until nothing was left to be seen. The world was barren, dying from lack of dreams.