AND: Hi. I've been thinking about this for awhile and just wanted to get this up. It takes place just after Etruir. Be warned, it contains blood and cutting at the end.
She was dead to the world. The sound of the morning bells couldn't rouse her from her slumber. Everyone in the household let her rest. She had been through an almost literal hell the past few days. She lay buried under the covers, soft breathing the only proof that she was alive. She looked peaceful.
They should have woken her up.
She was standing on a battlefield under a blood red sky. Blackened bodies, covered in ash, surrounded her. They reached up for her with empty hands. Eyes once filled with red hate were now milky colored and oozing down their faces. She tried to move, she really did, but her body would not react.
Standing opposite her, but separated from by the bodies, Miraki watched her with unfeeling eyes. She seemed to be looking for something in the terrified girl.
"We are the same," Miraki said and smirked. "You will follow my path and turn the universe to blood and ash."
No! That couldn't be true. The burned hands reached for her again. Skin sloughed off and revealed bright bleached white bones. Tears ran down her face as she began to panic.
"She's right you know," she heard her own voice say. Walking out from behind her and turning to face her was herself. Correction, was Ave.
Her primal looked nothing like she did. Ave's hair hung about her frame, loose and dirty. Her clothing consisted of knee high black leather boots, fishnet stockings leading up to a much too indecently shiny black leather pair of shorts. Following her body upwards, a leather bodice with gold chains instead of shoulder straps finished the ensemble. She was also four years older than Shailana.
Ave looked like some idiot's wet dream.
"We are like her," Ave continued, ignoring the blush from the captive girl.
She wasn't. She couldn't be. She wasn't a destroyer.
"Then what do you call all of this?" Ave asked, motioning to the landscape of dead, dieing and mutilated corpses.
"You will become…," Ave stared, features morphing at the last moment.
"Me," Miraki, now in Ave's place, said.
The heavens opened and blood began to rain from the sky, coloring Shailana a dark red. Shailana fell to the ground, finally regaining power over her body. She began to sob as the blood covered bones and rotting flesh hands reached for her and pulled her down into an endless sea of red and maniacal laughter that followed her everywhere repeating "You will become me, little Dreamer."
With a mighty shriek, Shailana sat up in her bed, sweat soaked crimson sheets, which caused her to go into further hysterics, stuck to her skin. Loose hair pooled around her with tangles and knots interwoven in the silken locks.
Her family rushed in, just to see Shailana cut her wrist with one of her knives, spilling blood all around her.
AND: Well, do you like it? Please review. I'm going to be posting all my random junk from the Guradian series that doesn't make the cut for the stories here.