Slanted Dreamland, Prologue
"It really is wonderful..." James said weakly. He lay on his bed, parents sitting close by while his sisters were forced to stay outside the room. His mother cried softly, trying her best to keep hold of her smile that was doing nothing to hid her sorrow. "There's even a big tree, near the fork in the road...bent branches for sleeping...tiny glass flowers hidden in the pretty leaves. Leaves...they're all sorts of colors you know...Reds, and blues, and yellows, and purples-" The boy spoke fraily, stoping to rest often, but that one color stuck in his throat. Purple. Purple ears. Purple tale. He never wished to see that color again, but soon it might be all he sees. "...All drapped with the most beautiful silk...glowing softly in the gloom..." A failing smile. "You'd like it, mother, you really would..."
She sobed quietly for her son, her mask slipping and showing how terrified she truely was for him as she leaned against her husband. Not that James saw, his vision was falling faster than the rest of him was, his eyes were half glazed over already, he would be lucky to see a foot from his face. "A-and all sorts of birds, father, o-ones you've never seen...not in your wildest dreams..." He grinned a little for this word, like an inside joke he was scared to tell. "Some don't even fly, they swim or climb. Isn't that odd..? Heh...it's so courious..." His breath was ragged. It looked like it hurt to take in air, to move, to talk even. Mr. and Mrs. Kingsly asked him to stop and save his strength, but he wouldn't listen. What strenth was there to save? What would he keep it for? They weren't making much sence latly, not very much like them at all. "It really is a wonderland...if only you could see it..." Turning to them, he found he could no longer tell Mother from Father. "...Never...Never ever go looking for thise place. Dreams...do not stay dreams for long."
James Kingsly closed his eyes, falling asleep with a small smile gracing his fetures. The moment he shut his green eyes, he began to dream again. It would have been better had he stayed awake, but this was impossible.
The dream he had that night, if you could call it a dream, never ended. The boy continues to dream, even today.
A/N This takes place about three years before Slanted Wonderland even starts, James is on (basicly) his death bed, telling his parents about the dreams he started having a month ago. This time when he falls asleep...he don't wake up. The rest won't be this depressing, ok? In fact, they'll even be some- *insert spoiler here*. This is only my second story that has more than one part, so please be patient if you start to like it ^^;
