Prologue.

I used to be a normal (well, not really) fourteen-year-old girl. I sang in the school chorus, played in the band, and spazzed out with my friends in drama class. I took karate and swordfighting. An avid reader and writer of fantasy. One day I fell asleep reading my favorite book, Brisingr. That night, I dreamed that I was in the land of Alagaesia.

If only...

"Hey, emo! Get your nose out of that book!" Came the familliar taunt.

"Piss off, jerks." I retorted, never taking my eyes away from my copy of Brisingr. If only they knew what I had done in my dreams for the past six months. Fought off soldiers. Raised a dragon. Grown wings. Hmph.

"Oh, girlie wants to fight?"

"No, Onyx wants to read her book, so be quiet and mind your own buisiness."

It was the last hour of the day, and I wanted to go hooooooome. All day, every day, I had to shrug through classes while being taunted about my taste in clothes and music. Why did black and Evanesence make somone emo? Sigh. Even with all that crap, the highlight of my life was the dragon I visited every night in my sleep. Vrangr, a beautiful aquamarine dragoness. She shared my sense of sarcasm, and my love of the sky.

In the other world, I had black raven wings and pointed ears. Why was that? I didn't know. But man, it was dang nice. Flying around as you shared a moment with one who understood you completely...Nothing could compare.

That's what got me through the stress of life. Somtimes - no, every morning - I wished that it was possible to stay with Vrangr.


That night, instead of opening my eyes on a sunny glade, I saw misty darkness. A voice that was not Vrangr's spoke in my head,

Your path has just begun. You have willed to come back each night. This is your world. Now stay here.

I could tell that I would never see my original world again.

Was it okay?
Too soon to tell?
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