It began with the shattering.
Snatching at the shards, the yellow jewel glittered citrine in the midday sun.
'When it's all back together,' I told Slash gravely, 'we have to give it to baby Janus or else it will never have existed.'
Despite his character, he nodded in agreement.
Somehow, I knew what I had missed as I gathered the pieces of the glassy sphere- Janus leaning tiredly against older Janus, who wrapped his arms around him and held him gently.
('Twould have been a sight to see, indeed, to see the Magus kind and gentle.)
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Slash didn't trust me; nor did I trust him, but we had an agreement.
I would have gone to their house (his castle, I remind myself as I put pen to paper) but every time we tried to put the jewel back together there was perpetually a piece missing.
Nine hours and a lifetime I spent, alternately looking for them or protecting my class, my family, as best I could.
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'Do something!' a person without a face shouted at me, but I couldn't make the decision fast enough, and the people in their hot air balloons fell to their deaths without my assistance.
I couldn't look, couldn't face myself, couldn't find the power to cut the lines or to save them, so I squeezed my eyes shut, clenched my fists, and pretended not to see them disappear when they hit the floor some sixty feet below, fingers white-knuckled on the balcony edge in the theater.
It's not fair, I thought. Every time I say to lock the doors there's always someone else outside, smiling, expecting to be let in, because I'm the only one who sees the monster behind them, drawing closer, teeth and green eyes and darkbatlike wings and glistening red tentacles and all, and I'll still be the only one to notice it until it's too late.
It's not fair, I thought. The first time we gathered ourselves to reform the jewel nearly half of it was missing, as if that blue bastard didn't want it to become whole again, as if he was hiding some ulterior motive.
It's not fair, I thought. Why can't it be someone else?
I can't be to blame for every death here, right?
I woke drenched in sweat.
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This was, actually, the dream I had the night of 3/9/09. It was... intense.
Did you like it? I might post other such dreams I've had if you do...
Hope you enjoyed it!
-The Head Baka