I stretched out comfortably on the soft, lush green grass. The wind blew through my hair, gently singing its whispery song as it caressed my face. I gazed up at the twinkling stars; they hung in the air shining brilliantly looking as if there were a thousand tiny diamonds in the sky. It was a perfect night. There wasn't even one fluffy cloud in the sky and the temperature was perfectly warm. The moon was full and shining brightly, turning everything pale silver. It was absolutely perfect. I adore nights like this.
As the night went on I found my eyelids growing heavy. I gave a large yawn and continued stargazing. It wasn't very long before I succumbed to the sleep. As soon as I did I began to dream. The same horrible dream I've been having for weeks.
In the dream I find myself in a fairly spacious room. The walls adorned two colors, dark purple and bright gold. The colors were meeting in the center of the room. There was a symbol on the boundary of the colors. A large crescent moon with a four point star balanced within it. It looked like my necklace, I had the necklace since birth and I always cherished it. The only difference between my symbol and the necklace was that there was a sun overlapping the star and touching each tip of the moon. I ran my fingers gently over the necklace wondering if there was something special about it. Something I didn't know. Something I should know.
I sat down on the bed and closed my eyes to think. I listened to the sounds that were happening outside. It was the sound of metal clanging against more metal. The metal's tone low, loud, vibrant, and somehow deadly. I listened to it for a while trying to figure out what the metallic sound was when I heard and scream echo through the air. The scream was full of panic and fear. It was horrifying. I ran out onto the large balcony connected to the room, what I saw was more horrific than the scream itself.
Red, war, death. It was a huge battle raging just outside. The scent of the metallic tang of blood wafted around me. It made my eyes water and my nose sting. The scent was so strong I could almost taste it. It was awful and bitter on my tongue. The whole scene was frightening. I was terrified.
I looked at the war raging below. I stared in horror as blood was spilled across the battle field. Through the cries of battle I heard my name being called. I searched the fighting bodies for the owner of the voice and saw someone who didn't seem to belong to either of the armies. He looked tall and strong. He bravely fought his way through the soldiers still calling my name. I could feel my cheeks flush a bit. One thing odd about him was that he had horns. One horn was broken off leaving only a small stump behind. The other horn looked bent at the top with a flat bend and pointed tip. I called out to him in reply but, just as he was looking up, right before I saw his face, an arm wrapped around me yanking me back roughly. I yelped in surprise and spun around to see who it was.
It was a young girl. She had flowing black hair reaching a little below her shoulders. Her lips were raised in a cruel smirk showing off a row of sharp, glistening, pointed teeth. Her eyes were filled with a look of cold-blooded insanity. She also had horns they looked different from the other man but they were still horns. One of her horns had a crescent moon at the top and the other horn had a star. The thing that frightened me the most was that I knew her. Her name is Celest…she's me…. I'm Celest. I was afraid of myself, of what I looked like, the insanity that emanated from me. I don't have horns though. I slowly reached up to the top of my head and was frightened to discover that there was now a pair of horns adorning my head. The other me just laughed, her laugh full of hate and murderous intent. She was surrounded by a dark aura, strong enough to strike anyone with a sense of darkness and fear.
She was carrying around a sword. The sword glowed a strong black color. It was pure evil. She grinned wickedly and raised the sword above her head with the intent to strike me down, and she swung. I covered my head bracing for the blade to slice through me, when the blow never came I looked up. What I saw amazed me. There was another me blocking off the attack. I was afraid it was another evil me but this one held a sword of pure light. This me seemed kind and gentle. When I looked at her I felt safe and warm. I could trust her.
The dark me, who I just nicknamed Dark to make it easier, pulled back and frowned. She glared and growled at the light me, who I nicknamed Light. Dark raised her sword threatening the one who stopped her from getting to slay her prey. Light glared and got into an attack position. Dark charged forward so did Light, their swords clashed. It was a battle of strength, Light lost and jumped back before she could get hit. Both of their swords were glowing stronger than before now as they charged at each other again. Just as their swords clashed everything flashed a bright light, then it all went dark.