Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Princess Miyu, Digimon, Pokemon, DBZ, LotR,
Ceres: Celestial Legend, Yu-Gi-Oh!, Ranma ½, Gundam Wing, Inuyasha, or
Fushigi Yugi. But I do own Dimension HQ, and Myste's Homeworld, as well as
Myste herself.
The 13th World The Dream of Destruction
Fire, smoke and screams filled the air. Everything was utter chaos. Women and children were running for their lives. People were dying right and left. The entire world was being burnt to the ground. In the middle of all this destruction, a young girl stood. She appeared to be unfazed by the going on all around her. Her long raven hair was flowing wildly through the howling winds. Her vivid emerald eyes seemed to be concentrating on something invisible to everyone else. Suddenly, shining pink flames engulfed her. One might have thought that those were her last moments, but she wasn't even burnt, much less killed. The flames enveloping her were warm in a comforting way. They reminded the child of her mother's embrace: something she had missed ever since her mother was killed by the wars going on all throughout the dimension. In truth, the flames surrounding the small child were delivering her a second chance to live out life. For hours the girl stood, surrounded by entwining flames; she recalled memories, both good and bad, from her life. When the flames finally subsided, no trace of her was left on that earth.
Myste awoke with a start. Looking around her, she realized that she was safe at Dimension HQ, and that her dream had been nothing but bad memories that had come back to haunt her. After acknowledging that, she decided to get up and take a walk. On her way out, she caught a glance of herself in the mirror. When she was little, she had black hair and green eyes. Now, both had changed. Both hair and eyes were a deep crimson red, stained with the blood of all in her dimension. She could feel the bad memories resurfacing, and continued on her walk
CD: Well, how'd I do?
Myste: It was kinda short and abrupt.
CD: And your point would be.
Myste: Never mind. Just review faithful readers.
CD: Yep! Please review!
The 13th World The Dream of Destruction
Fire, smoke and screams filled the air. Everything was utter chaos. Women and children were running for their lives. People were dying right and left. The entire world was being burnt to the ground. In the middle of all this destruction, a young girl stood. She appeared to be unfazed by the going on all around her. Her long raven hair was flowing wildly through the howling winds. Her vivid emerald eyes seemed to be concentrating on something invisible to everyone else. Suddenly, shining pink flames engulfed her. One might have thought that those were her last moments, but she wasn't even burnt, much less killed. The flames enveloping her were warm in a comforting way. They reminded the child of her mother's embrace: something she had missed ever since her mother was killed by the wars going on all throughout the dimension. In truth, the flames surrounding the small child were delivering her a second chance to live out life. For hours the girl stood, surrounded by entwining flames; she recalled memories, both good and bad, from her life. When the flames finally subsided, no trace of her was left on that earth.
Myste awoke with a start. Looking around her, she realized that she was safe at Dimension HQ, and that her dream had been nothing but bad memories that had come back to haunt her. After acknowledging that, she decided to get up and take a walk. On her way out, she caught a glance of herself in the mirror. When she was little, she had black hair and green eyes. Now, both had changed. Both hair and eyes were a deep crimson red, stained with the blood of all in her dimension. She could feel the bad memories resurfacing, and continued on her walk
CD: Well, how'd I do?
Myste: It was kinda short and abrupt.
CD: And your point would be.
Myste: Never mind. Just review faithful readers.
CD: Yep! Please review!