I can feel the wind blowing through my long black hair, soaring through the vast sky

with not a care in the world. I'm very high up, nearly as high as a plane. I take a deep

breath and close my eyes, it's the most wonderful feeling. The Woods, the City and the

people aren't even visible. It's just the clouds, me and that clear blue sky. I wish it could

go on forever, but all dreams have to come to an end, yes?

It's the same, always the same. I wake up every morning from that dream, I wish I could

stay there forever. I know that it's all just a dream, I'll never fly like I do in my dreams,

but I can hope. I don't have a sad life, not by any means, in fact people envy me for it.

My name is Darius, I'm an artist, and a good one at that. I always had a creative streak

in me, the way the color brought the canvas to life, my brush cutting through the

blandness that makes up human society. I think you can guess what I paint? The sky.

Weather it be the sun rising in the morning, or just the blue emptiness. I make a lot of

money, I hardly spend any of it, I don't need fast cars and to be happy. Just my

dreams, and my paint.

For as long as I can remember, I've always had an obsession with flying. Not in a plane,

but with my body. No barriers, no risks of failure, no other person controlling my

moment. Maybe one day I will fly, who knows? But until that day, I'll paint my dreams.

As I drift off to sleep, I get ready for the dream, it's all I think about. In my dreams I have

no boundaries, no rules, I'm free. This dream is different, I'm falling. I've never had a

falling dream before, it's strange. I'm not scared it's only a dream, I'll just wake up. I'm

still falling, i was pretty high up when I started. Hmm...that's strange, there's a

castle, never seen that before. I can see the castle more clearly now, it's resting on the

side of a mountain, it's beautiful. The waterfall going down the side of the mountain is

greeted by pearly white walls. The tops of the towers are glazed with gold.

I hit the ground with a crunch, but i don't wake up. There is no pain, not even an itch, so

i know I'm still dreaming. Aren't you supposed to wake up after hitting the ground? I lay

there for five minutes, I'm in a huge clearing inside the castle. I can hear people running

towards me.

"DISCORD LANDED IN THE GARDENS!", one of them shouts in a low, gruff voice. I didn't

know who this 'Discord' was, this dream just keeps getting weirder and weirder. I black

out.

I wake up in a cell, it has rusty iron bars at the front and a wooden bucket in the corner.

My body feels different, i feel larger and heavier. I'm unable to move, i cant see any of

my body, I'm completely paralyzed. I can hear what sounds like hooves coming towards,

seems strange that they have a horse down here.

Well this is strange. There is a horse standing before me, it's hair is multicolored and is

flowing in an invisible breeze. I'm guessing it's a She, and boy does she look pissed.

"HOW DID YOU GET OUT, DISCORD!"