Ban Sidhe
"Rowen," the voice called softly. That voice, that same cool, fluid voice that seemed to flow and bubble like a stream and yet completely fill his ears and mind with the force of a waterfall. It was the same haunting, beautiful voice that had been lingering in the blue-haired archer's dreams every night for over a week now. In a way, the voice terrified him, and on the other hand, it excited and made him hunger for more. Every night, the voice became less distant, the dreams more vivid, more real, and always one step closer to something.
"Ro-wen…" she called again, closer now, closer than a moment ago and much closer than two nights ago. But the scenery was always the same. Rowen was lost somewhere beautiful, some forest surrounded, mist-filled clearing and the sky shades of young twilight. It was truly breathtaking, but still somehow frightening. Rowen bit his lip lightly; by now he knew he was dreaming, but also that he wasn't alone. But it was time, he declared, to get some answers; over a week with his only sleep coming after waking from this dream wasn't enough to satisfy his body.
Rowen crossed his arms, shivering faintly in the cool, icy mist; he was only dressed in an unbuttoned work shirt and a pair of boxers, and for some reason this dream felt more and more real. The mist at a point where it clung to his skin and made the hairs on his arms stand on end. "Alright," Rowen called out cautiously, "Come on and show yourself. I know you're there!"
The mist around him thinned, but the twilight sky stayed the same, and the forest trees shuddered from some unseen breeze. It almost sounded as if the forest were laughing and whispering. Rowen frowned slightly, wishing he had a weapon, any weapon, as a feeling grew in his gut that something had indeed heard his request. His eyes darted about, and just as he turned his face back to in front of him was a pair of eyes meeting his.
The eyes were beautiful, and close enough that he could almost feel the eyelashes. Eyes the color of hues of browns and reds jetting out from the pupil, then bled into a green the color of fresh leaves after a rainstorm, and finally rimmed off like emerald ice. Rowen neither breathed nor blinked, completely trapped within the crystalline forest-colored eyes. Finally he blinked, and gasped as the pair of eyes melted and seemed to wash over the entire forest, smearing the colors and flooding the sky instantly with sunlight. Rowen hissed at the sudden flash of light, and sat straight up in his bed, sweating and panting.
It was three thirty five a.m. and Rowen was once more awake from the all-too vivid dream. He looked around his shared room with Cye, and nodded as he saw that everything was in order as he reached over for his water glass, took a sip, and curled back into bed and fell into a blessedly dreamless sleep.