Author Notes:

Hey guys! Welcome to my fanfic!

This is my second one (still practicing) so, if you have any critics or suggestions, send them kindly, please.

I've already finished the whole thing, so it'll be a lot easier to post it.

I REALLY hope you like it!

It takes place some years after the last episode of the series.

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I'm really tense. My hands are sweating; and I try to dry them with my old blue dress, as look down at the table and up again. Where is he? He should have arrived by now. We would be laughing, talking and eating. Not at the same time, of course, that'd be a disgrace… Is it possible that he just forgot? I look around searching for him but all I see is people enjoying their evening. It's been two hours since I sat down; I have no clue about what happened. Could he be hurt? What if the Huntsman… Wait, no, that's not even possible, he's dead. He… He's dead, right? Well, I guess so. I hope so. But I keep asking myself hundreds of questions, for which I might never find an answer.

The waitress comes and asks me, I guess for the sixth time, if I already want to order anything. At last, I surrender: I ask for a classic hamburger and an orange juice. It's not so much, considering I'm starving.

My wondering eye searches around the room, up to the stealing and again down to the white table – when I notice I'm wearing my bracelet. For one moment I had completely forgotten I was, which is something to worry about. Once one gets used to the sensation of being in a dream, they can get lost inside it forever; and might never wake up again. I have to keep that in mind.

This is just a dream, but I've done that many times; I mean, have met him, in different places. Not him, actually, but a copy made by my own mind. And it worked, all times. I don't know what it's happening now.

I take a deep breath and stand up. If he's not going to show up, there's no reason why I should stay here. I move my right hand up and down, drawing a line on the air; and I pull it, opening a portal. It's just like ripping a piece of fabric. I walk into this new atmosphere and, when I see it, I'm in a memory.

"I'm sorry, Sir, but I don't think he'll come." I hear my own voice echoing between my ears.

"Don't worry, Huntress." The Huntsman says, almost kindly. "Leprechauns are easy to persuade, as long as you have the right weapons. They have two options. And I'd say that bringing me the treasure and the crystal skull is the wisest one."

"But what if the… the American Dragon…"

"If the American Idiot shows up, I will make him regret it. And so will you."

I tense up. "What do you mean?"

He looks at me, confused. "Well… I mean that you'll make him regret it too. It will be good for you, to finally kill that dragon. Are you okay, Huntress? You look worried." I can almost see his eyebrows moving, one up and one down; although his middle-aged features are hidden by that purple mask with a dragon skull as some kind of "helmet".

"Oh, no, sir… I'm tired, that's all." I try to look and sound normal. Professional. "When we return to the Huntsclan base, I will ask you for a whole night of sleep, sir. Of course, if we succeed." I say, as I try to figure out what I'm gonna do during those hours, 'cause I'm not tired at all.

"You are an excellent warrior for my army, Huntress. You have worked well. Of course you need to rest."

"Thank you, Master."

"But, unfortunately, that's not how things work here. I'm sure you'll have plenty of time to rest, after we have ruled the magical world. But for now, 7 hours of sleep is your award."

"Yes, Mater." How could I expect it would be different? Anyway… But what I really see in my face, and I remember feeling it, is worry. I'm worried about Jake. We're standing among hundreds of Sha Long trees. When their trunk gets cut, it releases a gas that is lethal to dragons; mainly the Chinese ones. But the Huntsman doesn't know that.

Well, after all, guess I'd make a great villain. I mean, if I hadn't discovered the human identity of the American Dragon – and that worries me as well.

Don't do it, Jake, I tell myself. I knew, somehow, that he'd come; and just some seconds pass by when I, the one of the memory, spot a dark-red blur flying above us, while the leprechauns appear from the darkness of the forest at night, carrying a box. My uncle didn't notice Jake up there; and I pretended I didn't.

"Excellent" He says, when he opens the box; and a light comes from inside it, hitting his mask and the metallic dragon skull.

Suddenly, I spot Jake behind him. Adrenaline runs through my veins. I shake my head discretely to him, as if saying "Don't do that", or "That's not worth it, I can handle it". I could find a way to send the crystal skull to him later. Maybe I could.

I want no longer to stand here and watch this scene. I open a new window and end up in a grey room. Its walls are filled with weapons we used to use at Huntsclan. I spot myself sitting on the ground, reading a book; when a portal opens, but not by my will – just like a TV, it shows a scene. I can see Jake in his dragon form fighting against some weird creature. Fu Dog shouts something at him and he looks straight at me across the portal.

"Rose!" He shouts; and I hear him. My eyes meet his and a smile appears on my face; when something happens and, suddenly, the portal is closed.

I remember it well. It was when the Huntsman told me to kill the American Dragon and I didn't; so he sent me back to the academy, to remind myself of what it's required to be a real Huntress. I stayed there for months; until I showed him what I was capable of, and he sent me back to New York.

Once more, I open a new portal: but I want to make my way of my own mind. This time, I end up in the middle of a grey corridor – the Dreamscape corridor.

The way it draws seems infinite; and maybe it is. The hallway goes ahead until it disappears, until it becomes one tiny point in the middle of nowhere. There are many doors on the walls next to me; each one of them with a friend's name. I take a few steps to find myself looking at Jake's door.

I hesitate one, two, three times; but I'm not in my sanity state, so I open it anyway.

Worthless though. Why did I go inside his dreams when his mind had already created a version of me? A version neither I, neither he could see, because there was a concrete wall blocking our vision. The atmosphere is dark. As it seems, it is a nightmare; in which he stood tied up with some kind of invisible rope and stared terrified at the wall. I can hear my own whisper coming from behind it.

"Jake, they're trying to catch me…"the whisper says. He tries to break free, to save me, to do something – but he can't even move. And I just can't take it anymore; I can't see him suffer that way, even if it's not real.

So I search for the red button, which is located behind one's door. It turns the dreams off for some hours, and it's all I need. I hear some footsteps from behind the mysterious wall and, before anyone screams, I press the button. The room disappears, and the place turns white, just like when the person is awake.

I leave the place, now a blank room; a blank state.

I feel my heart sinking in, making my chest heavy and my vision is messed up by some tears that make their way from my eyes to my chin. What was I thinking? It's helpless to come back here. But I keep doing it; every night. I come to dreams to escape from my nightmare.

My real one.

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Author Notes 2:

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