Prologue: Blue Moon
It is a peaceful night.
A Night where the breeze is warm.
A Night when the forest is silent.
A Night where the moon is full.
Hovering majestically over the earth.
Casting an ethereal glow over ancient grounds.
A Blue moon.
A rarity.
A sign that something is stirring.
A sign that something is changing.
A lone figure stood witness to it all, watching through stained-glass windows, aglow in the reflected light.
Amethyst orbs stared ahead, melancholy unconcealed.
"Master Glen" a rustle of fabric, a figure cloaked in red appearing from the shadows cast behind him.
"...She'll wake up soon" he stated, unmoving.
"It is almost time then..." another rustle. "Shall I begin the preparations?"
All was silent.
"Once she awakes, I will sleep." the Master whispered wistfully, as if to himself. Not an answer, nor acknowledgement to the person behind him.
"Master—" the other began, almost in protest.
"It's been a hundred years" he stated, cutting the other off. "…I wonder... if something will change this time."
"…."
He sighed. "Silver. Such a beautiful color…" For the first time since night fell, Glen Baskerville turned away from the otherworldly scenery outside the manor's grounds, but his eyes were unseeing.
Instead, Golden lights completely separate from the world were reflected within those dark, dark pools. "It shall be me who sleeps..." he begins...
"But someone else will dream."
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...
...
"Hey Glen?" asked a young girl, her face a sickly pale, her fragile fingers desperately clutching at the sheets. "When can I go out?" she asked, a plead in her voice; hope as fragile as she looked evident in her tone.
The man is silent, eyes hidden behind ebony bangs even as he gently stroked her colorless locks.
He does not reply.
The girl is used to it, but the tears still flowed.
"I'm sleepy..." she said instead, muffling a sniffle, lying back down. Her own colorless form nearly undistinguishable in the sea of soft white sheets. She closed her eyes.
Slowly, the man in black stood up, planting a kiss on her forehead –a bid goodnight— before he turned to make his leave.
"I like my dreams" the girl suddenly spoke, halting the man. "Lots of things happen, and it's all so fun! But... there doesn't seem to be anyone around. It's lonely..." she trailed off.
Once again, Glen Baskerville did not speak. But like all other times, he turned to face her.
"Play with me when I wake up?" she smiled. A smile so out of place on such a doll-like face.
A smile of madness.
She giggled; a beautiful chime within the dead of the night. Innocent. Charming. Malicious.
And as if joining her, numerous dolls danced off their shelves, floating throughout the room, giggles and cackles joining in until the entire area was immersed in a maddening sea of laughter.
Tea pots and cups and kettles. Spoons, forks, knives.
He did not move even as one came sailing his way, embedding itself on the wall behind him.
"Aww. Glen is so boring" she pouted, and suddenly all was still. "But I'm sure he'll play with me" she mumbled, almost to herself, as a dreamy smile tugged her lips, eyes clouding over in fantasy. "He promised"
The girl closed her eyes once more; sending everything crashing unceremoniously to the floor in a loud clatter, save for two.
"It's fun in my dreams" she stated as a little white rabbit in a baby blue dress floated over to her pillow, snuggling closely at her side.
The black rabbit remained afloat at the foot of the bed, and Glen kept his focus on it as well as the now drifting girl.
She smiled once again. Peaceful, childlike, calm...
Beautiful.
"But it's more fun if I'm awake." and the rabbit erupted into a sea of flames.