The ride there seemed gloomy and dull. The air had tension and silence, but was draped with an uncomfortable feeling of... what was it? Fright? Anger? Juniko couldn't believe it. No, she literally couldn't. Any second now, I'll wake up. She thought. That's why she didn't give much notice to the ash sky, or the black car, or even to the man driving to where she thought was an aimless destination.
However, a part of her was beginning to wake. A part of her said No, this no dream. Stop believing it is. You have nothing left, No destination to look forward to. Because you won't wake up. This is no nightmare, this is reality. And reality is more cruel then any nightmare. You'll realize that once you see how torn your life will become. So torn that you won't be able to tell it apart from your worst nightmares. So snap out of it. But she ignored it. Ignored her screaming thoughts, and forced her panic to stay dormant in the deepest parts of her heart.
She wanted to take the bracelet out of the bag and look at it. The soothing, warm colors always seemed to calm her down. But mother had told her not take it or show it to anybody, and though she thought this was a dream, a mother's words should be fallowed even when not in reality.
So the bracelet remained hidden, and Juniko remained anxious and confused.
Your starting to realize. Said the voice in a spiteful tone. Poor little Juniko can't tell when she's dreaming from when she's not. What is she gonna do when Mommy isn't there to protect her anymore? Oh, I bet you won't last a day. You're daddy sure didn't. He just had to run away. Your mommy was even weaker. Daddy had to save her. But you won't have anybody to save you, little girl. 'Cause you're all alone, and there-
"Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" Juniko screamed, clutching her head, and closing her eyes until all she saw was pitch black. "Why can't you leave me alone..." she realized her voice was cracking, but she didn't know why.
When she opened her eyes, she saw the driver looking back at her with a confused and worried look. "Why do I get all the schizophrenic creeps..." she barely heard him say under his breath.
Hm. First person you met and they already think your a freak. What a good first impression you just made, the voice said, but Juni resisted her urge to scream at it.
She wasn't schizophrenic since she didn't have any other symptoms of it, but ever since she was little, a voice seemed to fallow her around. It rarely ever spoke, and when it did she just mistook it for her conscious. Though regular people don't argue with their consciouses, she rarely ever heard it so she didn't mind or worry.
"So what's your alice?" She asked. Might as well play along till this dreams over she thought.
"Emotions" he said back, and she was surprised to not find any hesitation in his voice. Emotions? Hmm... seemed like a pretty cool power.
"So... you can sense my emotion?"
"That is not in your authority to know," he snapped back.
The drive was so dreary and silent, (and partially annoying for Juni who had to put up with the annoying bickering of the voice) that Juni could no longer put up with the lack of sleep and closed her eyes. The second I open them, I'll be back home and warm in bed, she told herself with a partial smile.
But she opened her eyes again, she wasn't at home. She wasn't in the car either.
Juni's POV
When I opened my eyes, I was on a sloping hill of grass. The air smelled faintly of summer lilacs, and I rested my head on the porch I felt behind me. Why was this so familiar? The way the porch felt against my back was like an old, comforting, memory.
But I didn't pay much attention to the porch. My eyes were to busy widening at what was ahead of me. A sunset unlike any other I had ever seen, though in the back of my mind I somehow recognized the image. Though I doubt the view would ever feel anything less than shocking and beautiful, even if I had seen it a million times.
I felt mesmerized as the dying lights of the sun shadowed the whole world. Twilight was coming. Beyond the hill that I was sitting, on was a vast maze of cliffs that looked a dark maroon color in the shadows. The cliffs zig-zagged together to form a maze of canyons even grander then those of the Grand Canyon.
But thats not what was so amazing. The canyons seemed to become higher and higher before stopping at the base of something even greater Three ash-blue mountains all reaching up towards the blazing sky. They were dark, already shadowed by the flickering lights of the seeping sun. The sun lays just to the left of the middle point, starting to hide beyond the huge mass of smudged blue. As it sank deeper, it cast a golden frame on the peaks of them.
The sky was lit ablaze, and though the world was covered in gray, it burned on. The sun was blood red, sinking deeper and deeper into the point of the mountain. As it did that, it turned darker and dark, and the sky turned even brighter and even more spectacular. It was as if the sky was the sun's canvas, and it was using it's own blood to paint on it. But soon it would end. Behind me I could feel the sky becoming duller.
I was too scared to look, but I could see the dusty gray slowly spreading across the sky from the back of my eye.
The Last Words of the Dying Sun. If this was a painting, then that would be the title scribbled at the top of the canvas. The sky that was once lit on fire now turns dark, that fire burning out. The gray was seeping into the canvas like dark ink.
The golden silhouette of the mountains had turned pale, and in what seemed like a second, the whole sun was engulfed by the billowing mountains. Yet I stayed there, on the sloping hill of grass. I stayed unmoving, scared to disrupt the fragile beauty I had just seen., compelled to keep my presence hidden until the sun was done dying and the sky was done darkening.
The sky was turning pale black, so dark that the stars were beginning to shine. It was becoming late by the time I felt I was allowed to move, and fireflies were starting to dance to the music of the summer breeze. In the distance, a sad howl echoed through the canyons at my feet, and only then did I stand up and look around.
Behind me was a simple yellow house. It had a porch facing the canyons, and dozens of pots filled with red geraniums hanging off of the roof. Where had I seen this place before? in the back of my mind, it seemed that this place was familiar, like an old picture I had seen. But I can't recall Momma ever telling me about a place like this.
The lights were closed inside, and it would like a vacant house if it didn't look so well cared for. But wait... as I stared on, there seemed to be shadows moving inside of the house.
Somehow, I felt a presence behind me, and I turned around, unsurprised to see a young man with light hair looking down at me.
"Don't fear anything but fear itself," he said, and I was shocked to see he had the same voice as the man in my mind. "Don't fear, because fear will ruin you. Corrupt you. Like poison, fear will bring diseases. Paranoia. Insanity. Fear nothing but..."
But what? Fear not but? I looked on at the man, but he stayed silent, giving off a pitiful smile. "But what?" I asked. "We're here," he said. "HERE WHERE? DUDE, CAN YOU BE A LITTLE MORE SPECIFIC?" I asked annoyed and resentful.
"WE'RE HERE, WE'RE HERE!" my eyes flew open to see the driver shaking me and yelling at my face. "We're here!"
I looked out the window to see the outline of a huge building, pitch black against the pale sky. "here?" I asked, dazed and confused. But desperate. Desperate to find out what that boy meant when he said "Fear nothing but..."
"At the Academy," the man said in an impatient tone.
"The Academy that will be your home for the next few years," for the first time, the man took off his glasses. That's when I saw something that made fear crawl up my spine. He looked at me with a look of pity and mercy.
BORING AUTHORS NOTE
OK, so the dream was pretty random...But it somehow ties in to the story in the end. You'll see xD REVIEW, PEOPLE! Thanks fir reading. Oh...and...I may have been a tinge repetitive...and I have to admit...I didn't update in a while...