The girl looked up to the sky but all she saw was their blood. All she felt was their pain. All she heard were their screams. She looked around her. All those who stood with her were willing to die for the truth only she knew. They were willing to believe in things only she saw. The feelings only she bare. The night terrors she once thought to be just a horrible dream. They could have not believed a word she said. They could have walked away. But they didn't.
They all trusted the young girl. Was their trust missed place? The girl often thought it might be. Was she just leading them to their deaths? She hopped not. Many had reassured her she was not. That even if they did die it was not in vain. But the fears were still there. In the back of her mind. Always there. Always making themselves known.
The man next to her put a reassuring hand on her lower back and she offered a small smile, but he knew it was forced. What he didn't know was that his hand felt like millions of small needles poking at her skin. How could he. She would never tell him the pain she feels when he touches her. She couldn't.
She just knew too much for someone so young. Everyone saw as this strong woman, when really she was just a girl trying to keep her head up for those she loved and she loved him.
Not just him but all these creatures of the mythical realm, once enemies, now brought together by her for a war that could tear the mythical realm apart. But would they all survive? She had her doubts. But she also had her doubts that the war would even come. She didn't want to believe anyone would create such a war on purpose.
Naïve. The word was bitter in her thoughts. They all saw strength in the girl, but they also saw weakness in they way she saw things. It was the one piece of her innocence that still remained and it was the only thing keeping her from believing the truth and the thing everyone her was worried about. They were worried that if anyone did get close to her she would hesitate a second too long and end up getting killed.
She just saw everything differently. Like the silver lining on a cloudy day. She still saw the good in something that everyone saw as bad . She saw the rainbow instead of the storm that brought it. She saw beauty in things most would find ugly. She saw everything they way you wish you could, but it was her greatest weakness.
Except her night terrors. No one knew just how much they didn't want to see the thing she had seen in those dreams. Those dreams were the reasons she woke up in the night screaming and the reasons she couldn't look her own fathers eyes.
They are the essence of horror stories. The monsters in her dreams were what you were afraid you'd find when you hear a bump in the night, or a scratch across you window. But they were different from the noises that go bump in the night. Because these monsters were very much real. They were every bit as real as she was and she knew it. At first she denied it, claiming they were just vivid dreams.
And for a while she believed it to be true. Until she saw a picture of a man that had be mauled to death by an animal. Only she knew it was no animal. She had seen him being killed as if she had been the one doing the killing. Enjoying the killing. Smiling as the mans heart began to fade. The delicious taste of the warm blood when it ran down her throat cooling the fire that would never stop burning.
She wished to leave here. Run away and hide forever.
But as her eyes drifted to the noise across the noise at the other side of the clearing, all the while wishing it wasn't what she knew it very well to be. She knew she couldn't run. Couldn't hide. Because he would find her no matter where she went. Her eyes found his and so the war began.