Verité au Vie

By Brian Conley

Two Reverie

Wyli woke up on a surface of stone; grey granite shaped into a square platform. Alarmed, she shot to her feet and swung her head around in a panic, seeing nothing but stretching, endless black around her. She panicked and put her hands on the side of her head, but then her mind clicked on, reminding her that she was dreaming. She calmed down and looked at her hands, her vision fuzzy and her mind muddled. Moving slowly, she leaned forward and looked down over the side of the stone square she was on and found out that it was the top of a pillar that tracked down straight forever into the abyss that surrounded Wyli. A cold, bitter wind suddenly gusted by and Wyli hugged herself to try and protect herself from the frost. What she hugged was something metal, not the cloth she'd fallen asleep in, and she looked down to see she was in a suit of blue armor, gold engravings tracing the edges and ornate designs. She furrowed her brow and clenched her fists, hot tears pouring down her cheeks.

"Don't cry." A familiar voice said and within the blink of an eye, her sister appeared in front of her, floating freely over the blackness, a similar suit of blue armor adorning her body. A rush of emotion coursed through Wyli's body and she reached a gloved hand up to caress her cheek.

"Islia." She said, her only word striking clearer then any noise she'd ever heard. Islia reached up and put her hand over her sister's. She closed her eyes and embraced the touch and then sighed as she let go of it, pushing it back towards Wyli. Islia lowered her head and turned to leave. Wyli yelled a protest, but no sound came out of her strained throat.

"Don't worry." Another voice said and a hand came down onto Wyli's shoulder, She spun around and saw her other sister smiling, her eye glimmering blue. She leaned forward to embrace Wyli then backed off, her face of joy shifted to a serious frown.

"Listen." She said, her voice cloudy, ripples of a echo floating through it, "You'll find her, we're sure.." She smiled again and returned to the embrace.

"Mhical." Wyli said, "Islia?"

"She's afraid." Mhical said and back off, turning to leave. Wyli felt the tears start to pour down her cheeks again and she collapsed to her knees, veiling her face with her hands and crying until she couldn't feel the tears anymore. She moved her hands from her face and saw that the grey square she was on start to dissipate. She jumped to her feet and reached both hands up into the air, trying desperately to save herself.

A light appeared far, far above her. It was so far up it looked like a jewel, a diamond a million miles away.

The platform vanished and Wyli fell, falling farther and father away from the light until she was enveloped in blackness and dragged to unconsciousness, hopes that this dream would end rolling through her hazy thoughts.