Chapter three

In the waking world a young girl named Enya jumped up onto her bed, and looked out her window, and up at the stars, there weren't many, the bright street lights of Edinburgh blotted them out.

"What a day," she flopped down onto her bed and let her feet hang; she sung them and hit the wall.

"Ow," she moaned, "my big toe," she lifted her foot and inspected her, pink nail polished, toes. She thought about her day, and sighed, "Dodge ball,"

They had played dodge ball in gym that day, and due to Enya's lack of grace she was always the first one out, and the last one picked.

That day she had been hit several times in the head, stomach, and back.

She was throbbing, she didn't like throbbing, throbbing was the worst.

She wondered if someone could feel like this all the time, forever. She shivered, "that would suck." She slipped under the covers, and fell into a deep sleep.

Enya grabbed a doge ball off the gym floor, and lobed it at one of her opponents. It hit him in the back; he walked, in pain, to the side lines.

Someone on the opposing team threw a ball at Enya but she caught it, which meant one of her fallen comrades could rejoin the game.

"Keep it up Enya," her team cheered. Then agitha came to the front lines. She was the only bully that could knock out a heavy weight champion and get strait A's.

"Hey En-ya," she sneered, "have you ever wanted your face printed on a dodge ball?"
Enya shook her head fearfully.

"Then dodge this," agitha chucked a huge dodge ball at Enya. She tried to run but she was stuck, she screwed her Eyes hurt.

An unseen voice cried out, "No!"

She was cast into darkness.

Nights ripped his hand from the girls head, what was he doing?

The girl collapsed.

"Oh no," Nights said in panic, "no, no, no, no, wake up little blond haired girl, you're going to get me in trouble."

The girl didn't move.

Nights looked around, desperately. He ran over to the fountain, cupped his hands and filled them with water, and ran back over to the girl.

He got down on his knees, and opened his hands to let the water poor down onto the girls face. Nothing happened. He looked down at his damp, gloved, hands then back to towards the fountain. There were damp patches of coble stone from the fountain to Nights and the girl.

"Damn," Nights said in annoyance. He decided to take the girl to the fountain so the path from there to her wasn't so far. He tried to pick her up, but she was heavier than she looked. He decided that his best option was to drag her. He grabbed her by her upper arms and dragged her towards the fountain, "damn you're heavy."

"Nights?"

Nights squeaked and dropped the girl at the sound of his brother's voice. He stepped in front of the girl trying to hide her from view, "hey, Re, what'cha doin'?"

"Looking for you," Reala walked over to Nights, "who is that?"

"Who, Her?" Nights looked down at the blonde haired girl, "a dreamer," Nights said, as innocently as he could.

"Why is she out cold?"

"She's uh," Nights tried to think of a good excuse, "Resting, yeah resting, we just played a rousing game of, um… tag?"

Reala sighed, "Nights, trying to take a dreamers Idea is one thing, but lying about it…" he shook his head, "I don't know what to do with you, nothing I've done has even vexed you, what do you think?"

"Wait," nights said, confused, "did you just ask me how I wanted to be punished?"

Reala nodded.

"I don't think I should be punished at all,"

"Oh yes you should!"

Reala and Nights looked down at the blonde haired girl, blue eyes open and angry.

They kneeled beside her.

"Are you okay?" Reala asked.

"No," she said back, "that little purple thing dropped me on the ground, I could have gotten a concussion, he should be severely punished."

"Well how do you think I should be punished?"

"With a good smack on the bottom, that's how."

"What?" Reala said warily, "you shouldn't smack Nights, anywhere."

"And why not?"

Reala didn't answer.

"Fine then, I'll teach him a good lesson," the girl balled up her fists.

"No," Reala said warningly, "please don't."

"Oh, come on Re, what could she possibly d-"

He was cut off by a strong punch to the face, by the blond haired girl.

Nights' shock turned to rage.

"Nights yield," Reala commanded, hastily.

But Nights didn't, he punched the girl in the face. The girl was knocked back into darkness.

"no," Nights cupped his hands over his mouth, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," He looked at Reala, "I'm so sorry, I knew you said yield, but I didn't listen, why didn't I listen! I'm so sorry," He clutched his head, and cried.

"Its okay, it's okay," Reala calmed his brother, "clam down, you'll make yourself lapse," he dried his brother's eyes, but it didn't really make a difference, Nights was still crying.

"I'm so sorry," Nights sniffed.

"It's okay," Reala held his brother close to him. Nights buried his face in Reala's Chest, "we can fix this, Teara will make her better, its okay, shh," he kissed the top of Nights' head, "it's going to be okay."