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He's always had dreams. And he has always remembered them, almost as if they have been branded into his memory. He's dreamt of running, of chasing, of hurting, of being hurt. But most of all, he remembers darkness and of being torn away from those he loved.
There were times when he dreamt of his mother, but rarely were they pleasant. On occasion, he dreamt of her being freed or of being reunited with her, but more often he dreamt of her walking away from him. She would unknowingly walk away to what he knew to be her doom. He tried to run after her, to call out to her, to stop her, but an unseen force always held him back, his words not escaping his throat, until it was too late.
There were times when he dreamt of falling, of something pulling him toward the dark. He would resist, but ever so gradually being brought to the edge before he was pushed over, falling through never ending darkness that stole the very breath from his lungs and set fire to them, leaving him a heart of ice and stone.
There were times when he dreamt of a monster. Sometimes it would chase him relentlessly, until he felt as if his heart would explode from exertion. Other times it merely talked to him, telling him about everything he couldn't do. He thinks that these scared him the most.
Some say that he is the Hero with No Fear. Some say that dreams are more than just dreams. But he knows better. His dreams are merely him reminding himself of what could happen, of his fears are. His fears just decided to come true.
There were other times, when he dreamt of good things, of desert oasis, of an angel from Naboo, of a blonde haired boy, of a brown eyed girl, of peace, of rest, of love. But he knows these are dreams. Nothing more.