So ready or not, here is the revised version of Dreamers
Prologue- Misty Gallows
Heavy layers of fog floated above, thick and partially solid to the eyes trying to see through. A hand lifted, heavy with sleep it tried to push away the thick layers. A groan escaped fair lips as the fog began to lift, the numbing cold retreating just as quickly.
Eyes opened to a dark and shadowed room, the only light from that of the broken down machinery and other remaining pods, still cloaked and clotted with haze.
"Sangria?" the lips whispered. The lips belonged to the being emerging from the fog, in the form of a young man. His feet touched the icy floor and though the cold burned like hot needles against his flesh, he kept moving forward, his knees shaking with every small step.
His hands reached out, pressing against the glass that bound another such as himself, deep beneath the numbing cold and insolent, unforgiving fog. He ran his hands down the glass, clearing a path of sight but all that stared back at her was death.
Death had settled in the others form, his face ashen, and eyes long since lost of their light. For the first time since being pushed into that same world he felt tears welling in his blue gray eyes, and they slid down his pale face, stinging his fair skin, staining it.
"Sangria," he whispered, sinking to the icy craven floor. "My brother, I am alive…but you too have been lost, just as our former human selves were lost with the war."
Only silence met his whispers and he stood, crossing his arms over his bare, ivory skinned chest. He pressed his hand to his cold lips and pressed a kiss to the cold glass as a farewell too the frozen dead surrounding her, for deep inside his scarcely beating heart he knew he was the only one who would ever awaken now.
Tears stained his lips, cheeks, and eyes as he found his way through the twisting tunnels of caverns to the surface of the crumbling building. He drew a elegant hand to his eyes and wiped away the last tear that fell and stepped into the world he had been imprisoned from so long before.
No longer were the vast cities and towns, but vast wildernesses and strange sounds and smells that of which were so new to him. He stared down at his hands, the black claws slowly becoming more visible against the pallor of his near translucent skin.
Grief, sadness, and an extreme unsuitable rage welled up inside him. Soon his abnormal features would spread. The features of those born in humanities last days to be their saviors only to be incomplete in the final hour of judgment.
He felt betrayed but grateful for because of his imprisonment he had lived, but his family had not. What was worse was that it was his fault. He had convinced the others that it would be for the best to be enhanced like the Enterrans….but the whole thing was a failure the only result being their ultimate demise. Emotions and feelings ran havoc inside him, and unable to cope, he ran.
He'd close his eyes run, run away from this new world, away from his past, and away from his fears. But there were not enough places for someone like him to hide, he knew this. There would never be enough places for one such as him to hide.
In a world were he was neither Human nor Enterran.
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Oh my yes, this shall be better…..ideas come forth and flow through my pen! Er…keyboard.