Disclaimer: I. Do. Not. Own. It. Never will…sighs
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Water. It echoed around his ears, filling his very senses. He slowly looked up. One moment he had been standing in utter darkness, but now he was here. But…where…where was here? Eyes adjusting to the dim light that surrounded him, he looked around.
Here, appeared to be nowhere in particular. Water dripped off of stalagmites and stalactites on the roof and the floor, each ending on the part that was directly opposite them. So, which was the top and which was the bottom? That did not really matter.
He looked down at his feet, surprised to find that he was not truly standing on the ground. He was infact standing just a little above it.
Sounds. He heard sounds. Where were they coming from?
Then he saw them. Four tall figures loomed towards him. He tried to move, but sadly he found that no matter how hard he tried, he could not. Panic over-road him. Terrified, he could only watch as they approached him. Even as they arrived upon him, their figures did not become any clearer. They had no face, no features, only a few telltale markings that proved that they wore clothes. It was as if they were only an outline, thing it was outlining painted a dull black.
One reached forward and stroked his cheek. His breath hitched. The one that had stroked his cheek turned to the three others behind it, seeming to say something to them even though no sound came out of his mouth. Turning back to him, it smiled. Or at least it seemed to, the area where a mouth would be turning a light gray with the upward quirks of a smile.
Suddenly, with no warning at all his body fell with a thud onto the cold hard ground beneath him. He looked back up at the four figures, elements of surprise outlining he features. His mouth formed out words, yet none of them would come out. In truth, his mind was a complete bland, he could not really seem to form anything in it. All his mind really seemed able to do was be blank in wonder.
Slowly, one by one, each of the figures disappeared; fading into the dim light. The last thing he was able to make out, before his consciousness drifted away into blackness, were the words:
"…We approve."
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Horo shot up in his bed. Clutching his heart he breathed heavily. Did that really happen or was it just a dream? What ever it was it was way to weird.
Collapsing back onto his back, he let out a sigh. He hated having dreams or things happen to him that made him think. It just really annoyed him. Turning onto his side, he quickly fell back into his previous deep slumber. Oblivious of what might happen in days to come.
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This was just an idea I came up with. Tell me what you think. R&R!