Chapter 2
I must've fallen asleep when I was reading. I shouldn't read fantasy novels before sleeping, I get weird dreams.
"Raven come back" I herd a dark voice call to me. But I couldn't be me, my name is Patience, not Raven.
'Go back were?' I thought.
"Home" Home? Where is that? I was rather confused by this mysterious voice. It sounded familiar, almost as familiar as my own voice. I was snapped out of my thought as I herd a knock on my door. I opened it, only to find Demyx, confused.
"Yes?" I asked him.
"I was watering Marluxia's flowers, like usual. And I found this weird thingy move around. So I went to see Vexen. He told me it was a pledo-thigy… do you know what it is?" Demyx said this rather quickly.
"Pleudoplasmodium?" I corrected.
"Yeah that!" he smiled.
"It's a scientific way to say blob. It is normally attracted to light and potential food." I cleared it up. He thanked me and went back in a portal to the garden. I went to sleep. I needed it, I was tired.
I was running away from a crowd, they started to pelt me with stone. It felt so real, the pain. They were gaining on me. They kept calling me Raven; they told me I betrayed the law of the day-circle. Day-circle? I kept running until I reached a worn temple. I ran up the many stairs. I tripped; the crowd looked down at me with resentment in their eyes.
I look up the remaining steps to find a pitch black gate. To my surprise, the left door on the gate had a picture of me…but I had wings. On the other was a young man, he had wolf ears and tail. It was the last thing I saw before the crowd pounced on me.
I woke up with a jolt, feeling the sweat on my skin. I panted and raked my hair with my fingers. I got out of my bed and redressed in the organization cloak. I made my silent way to the library.
I tried to find a fairytale book, it always helped me when I had nightmares. When I was reaching for the book on a high shelf, I heard the loud creaking of a library door open. It was deafening loud compared to the dead silence that had befallen the air this 'night'. I shrunk in the shadows hoping I would not be found. I fond a desk near by and secretly made my way under it. My heart was pounding quickly. I thought the other in the room could hear it. I was a pair of legs stop in front of the desk. I almost choked; my heart was jumping up my throat.
"Why are you up Patience?" it was Zexion. I didn't respond, but I knew he would pry it out of me. He always did. I saw Zexion's pajama clad knees bend and kneel down. He ducked his head and looked at me straight in the eye.
"Why are you up?" he asked again a bit more annoyed. I shrunk back, thinking of a reply. Then I smirked, luckily the shadows hid it.
"The better question is why are you up? and why are you here?" Zexion sat back and sighed.
"I followed you scent." Zexion muttered as a reply.
"What are you? a dog? And that doesn't explain why are you up" Zexion glared lightly at my comment.
"No I'm not a dog and I just couldn't sleep alright?" Zexion sighed; he seemed too tired to reply.
"Well did you consider that I couldn't sleep" I replied harshly.
"Nightmare?" I was shocked at how he knew. I just nodded dumbly.
"And now your wondering how I knew" my eye's grew wide, again I nodded.
"You smell of sweat and fear, and the fact that you couldn't sleep just adds to the conclusion that you had a nightmare" I forgot I was talking to Zexion; he can rationalize many facts and come up with a conclusion. I dropped my head in defeat.
"Zexion, why couldn't you sleep?" I asked combing my fingers through my long hair.
"Why do you want to know?" he sounded defensive, I didn't mean to offend him in anyway.
"Well did you have a nightmare?" I asked in good nature.
"I have no heart, I cannot dream, therefor I cannot have nightmares." Zexion growled, I shrunk again. It was only a question. I hugged the book tighter against my chest. A few moments past, and I handed the book in his face. I couldn't tell if he was surprised or not, it was rather dark.
"Why are you giving me this" he asked taking the book.
"When I can't sleep, I read fairytales. It helps" I smiled, but I doubt he saw it. I inched past him to get out from under the desk.
"That's just you, you not the same as me." He shoved the book back in my hands and walked off to his room. At that moment I wanted to shout ' it's a suggestion jackass!!'. I wanted to punch him in the face, slap him. Anything to hurt him. But I stayed put with a hurt expression on my face. I made my was back in my room and collapsed on my bed looking up through the skylight. A tear escaped my eye. I stubbornly wiped it away.
"Why…" I sighed to myself as I lighted a candle and read the fairytale book. When I was done, I clutched the book to my chest and fell asleep with a smile. Awaiting the dreams of a fairytale to take me away from the harsh reality.