Skylark: *emocorner*

Skyler: Let me guess she's depress cos' this story is the worst she's written yet.

Whitney: Leave her alone. She hasn't been posting for a two eeks now she just wanted something to do.

Skyler: Then make her do her History Project.

Whitney: Sorry readers. Our authoress would like to tell you that this is probably the worse yet. It's just hard to write someone who is sick. Literally, she wasted 5 notebook pages because of that. Anyway, SkylarkOfTheMoon does not own MFBB.

He was in a field. Everywhere he looked all he saw was vast and empty fields. He looked up and saw red and purple clouds scattered across the black horizon. It was beautiful in a gloomy way.

Then he heard it.

Soft tinkling music was coming from somewhere. He began to move. He wanted to stop. The more he moved the colder his body seemed to get. But he couldn't stop. I was as if his legs have a mind of their own.

The more he walked the colder he got and the softer the music got. Until it finally stopped just as he stopped walking.

A white flower was on the ground. It was emitting a warm aura which made him want to hug it as if it was a blanket to fight away the coldness in his body. The wind blew softly and the flower swayed a bit, blowing some much needed warm air on his face. As the wind continued to blow the urge to pick up the small object continued growing. He was never the one to pick flowers yet he knew he had to pick this one. Why? Because it was different.

Just as he crouched down to pick it he remembered something. Why was he, one of the most feared people on Earth, was picking a flower like some 5-year-old girl. He scoffed at his slip up and stood up to walk away. But as he continued to walk away he didn't notice the flower lose its color. Then, the petals began falling one by one.

5…..4…..

The clouds began disappearing leaving only the black sky.

3…..2….

The fields disappeared until the one patch of land he was standing on was the only one left.

1…..

The field disappeared completely and he began the falling along with the one-petal flower. No matter how much he fought back gravity was stronger. He kept falling and falling and falling until…..

The last petal disappeared completely along with the stem.

CRASH!

Skylark: Man, I love writing dream scenes. xD. Anyway, sorry for the abrupt cliffie. I suddenly got lazy to type up the rest of the story so I decided to break it into chapters. Don't worry everything will be explained in the next chapter. The dream actually holds a main part of the story even though it will not be mentioned much. If you happen to be a good dream interpretator you'll know what the story is going to be about. Now, I'm off to do my projects which is due two weeks from now. Writing is really a major procrastination material.

R&R