Chapter 4
As Daydream disappeared from Bad Dream and Tragedy's company she held out her hand, walking through the mist was like a stroll. Daydream used the mist so often she could travel the world with just a few steps. Unlike movie teleportation, the mist and shadow teleportation of spirits are not instantaneous. The length of the trip depends on the spirit.
The spirit world held many wonders that the human world could not understand. Daydream liked the time it took because it gave her time to think about her goals and new life. She had been with Tragedy for a little while but she still couldn't wrap her mind around finding Daniel. A thought echoed through her head, when her and Bad Dream had made Tragedy angry, she remembered the terror and then she remembered what Tragedy had said, "'I know how I am going to fix this. I am going to eat your soul Daniel, then I will feel better.'"
She had called Bad Dream, Daniel. Was that the black skinned man's name? Oh, God if he was her Daniel? Maybe that is why she felt so nervous around him. Then again, it could just be her hoping. Daniel could have been a very popular slave name. As she was thinking her misty door appeared and it was time to help a struggling soul determine his dreams and how to accomplish them.
A strange young man with stringy black hair and a crooked nose looked up at Daydream. She froze, the thought of being seen had sort of terrified her. Tragedy was seen by the dying or those wishing to die. For that moment she could not remember anyone seeing her before. Then, the strange young man spoke, "What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word, as I hate Hell, all Montague, and you…" She recognized the name Montague from Romeo and Juliet. He was trying to be an actor. He had such a sad demeanor, a face that could look unhappy at his happiest. She imagined him being a great actor.
"What does he need me for then?" Daydream asked herself.
"That's not right," He sighed, "I have to believe that I am Tybalt. So that they will believe it."
She watched him shocked, she thought he was wonderful. She spoke in his ear a sweet encouragement, "I think you are amazing! Tybalt has never been better." Maybe that would be all he needed. He had his lines down, she saw no script around him.
"What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word, as I hate Hell, all Montague, and you…"
She was very Pleased with how easy it was to encourage him, sometimes actors are terrible and she has to tell them to try anyway. She continued to encourage him as he went through his lines.
Hey everyone, I am sorry for how long it has been. I have not been able to give this story any time. By the way fans, I am now a published Author! Yay! So, my original work is getting more attention and this story hasn't. Please forgive me. I will try to write more on it as soon as I have time.
