Darkness. I'm surrounded by everlasting darkness. It's always like this. But this time it changes. Suddenly I'm being raised and am then put on a stage. An invisible force pulls my arms and legs. This feeling is somewhat familiar. I start to dance a controlled and lackluster dance. I heard faint laughter. It, too, was familiar, but where had I heard it? I kept dancing, having no other choice, trying to figure out who's laugh I was still hearing. It was getting closer and louder. I know this person. It's all coming back to me. I knew this raspy, cold laugh, but it wasn't possible. It was...
"QUACK!" I shouted as I woke from my slumber. I put a wing on my head, reminding myself it was just a dream. I can't dance. I'm just a duck. it must have been early because Fakir was still home. The light he always left on for me when he was home as a signal was blazing as brightly as ever. He hadn't left for school yet. I started to stretch my legs and tried to recall everything from my dream. a few minutes later I noticed the light go out. If Fakir saw me awake he'd think something was wrong and stay home. I waddled back to the place I'd called home for the past year and shut my eyes. I heard the door quietly open and shut. Fakir is always considerate and tries not to wake me up when he leaves. and he usually succeeds, thanks to my heavy sleeping. I counted to 25 before even daring to move. I looked around to make sure he was gone before promptly getting up and going over to the pond. Swimming would help clear my head. It was one of the good things about being a duck. Something else happened in my dream last night, but what? I just swam around the pond unable to remember much even though I've had it before. The dream usually stays the same. I'm human again, not a duck, and I'm just hanging like I'm attached to strings. sometimes I'm forced to dance, though. Not really force, actually, more like I'm being controlled by someone, or thing. It's been almost a year since the whole thing with Mytho/ prince Siegfried and the raven, so it's been pretty peaceful. But whenever Fakir or Autor try to talk about it they can't remember much of anything. Fakir, Autor, and I are all like that. we have block missing from the story when it comes to the Prince and the Raven. Sometimes we reread what Fakir wrote to finish everything, but each of us felt like there was something missing, some element to the story that we've forgotten about. That's right, little duck. My eyes shot open and I flapped my wings in alarm. No one was there. Was it my imagination? I thought to myself. As I continued to float peacefully. Unaware of the oncoming storm making it's way toward us.