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She twisted around in surprise hearing the garage door open. With much excitement and yelling from her little sister, Caitlyn, the garage door was open and her parents had entered the house.
"Isla" her mother called cheerfully "Come look at your birthday cake. We have your favorite vanilla with lemon butter cream." Isla smiled and hugged her mother on the side as she came over to look at the her birthday cake. It was a pre-dinner tradition to sample a small bite before actually eating dinner.
"Can we watch Harry Potter after dinner?" Caitlyn asked releasing her father as he left to go start the grill.
"Ask your sister, it is her birthday" the girl's mother admonished playfully. Caitlyn peered up hopefully and Isla felt a smile tug at her mouth. Caitlyn was so good at getting what she wanted with that sad puppy dog look.
"Of course, but it has to be the sixth one" Isla responded causing Caitlyn to squeal with joy and go hunt down the movie.
However, Isla didn't spend much time thinking about the movie after dinner. Her thoughts were still centered on the bizarre dream she had last night. It was the most realistic dream she had ever experienced and while she hoped to never feel the humiliation of being seen skinny dipping in the ocean she also enjoyed how real the dream felt. It was almost as if she could taste the salt in the air when she woke up. She couldn't help, but feel a thread of excitement pull at her as the movie credits rolled down the screen. She tried to suppress it, internally rolling her eyes at herself, and scoffing about the likelihood of two such dreams so close together.
"Isla, where are you off to in such a rush?" Isla turned hearing her father calling her sounding confused.
"Nowhere, just my room, I'm a bit tired" Isla lied feeling very awake, but wishing very much to sleep. She certainly wouldn't accomplish sleeping out here for long with Caitlyn's rambunctious nature.
"Okay, honey, sleep well. Remember tomorrow we have Barbara's volleyball game in the afternoon to attend" Isla's mother called to her eldest daughter. She responded with a quick affirmative as she headed to her room.
She sat down with a sigh on her bed and smoothed a couple wrinkles in the comforter with her hand. She really wanted to go to sleep, but wasn't feeling tired. In fact, she was almost buzzing with energy. She had never had such a lucid dream before and she really wanted to go swimming again. She was just anxious that guy might still be there and he was quite a bit frightening. She hadn't even heard him, but then again it was a dream so why would anything be like reality.
A decision was quickly made and she snuck back down to the kitchen to swipe some melatonin from the medicine cabinet. She managed to slip past everyone without being noticed and was back in her room moments later.
With a breath of excitement and hope tinged with logic telling her not to be hopeful about lucid dreaming she paced back and forth several times before changing her clothes and slipping into bed.
What felt like both hours and seconds later she was asleep.
Blinking up at a bright blue sky caused a tremor of confusion to shoot through Isla. Where was the beach from the last dream? She wondered looking around. Massively tall trees stretched up towards the sky with the branches swaying gently in the breeze.
Isla smiled in excitement because she felt completely aware like in the last dream. Lucid dreaming was exciting. She spun around looking up at the trees and laughed cheerfully.
"Go back to where you came from, demon of Moringotto, and plague my dreams no more" A stern voice sounded from behind Isla. She turned around in surprise with wide eyes. It was the same guy who was on the beach! She lightly touched her cheek feeling it turn hot with embarrassment from what had happened. Pull yourself together Isla! He is just a dream, not even a real person! She scolded herself narrowing her eyes.
How did her dream come up with such a perfect person Isla wondered staring at him. He had dark red hair flowing down past his shoulder and bright silvery eyes that almost appeared to have fire lit deep within. Why was he so tall? She was actually quite tall herself, comparatively, at 5'7" feet(173 centimeters), but he absolutely towered over her. Even from the distance apart she could tell that she was shorter than his shoulder height. Barely even reaching chest height. If she was looking straight at him then she would be looking at his stomach. She felt puzzled she would dream of someone so tall. How did he end up with such perfect proportions being so tall? Isla wondered as he shifted very lightly into a more aggressive posture.
"Go back to your master, servant of Moringotto, for I will not be deceived by an innocent appearance" He said the silvery fire deep within his gaze seemed to sharpen and Isla flinched back confused and frightened of the hostility. Isla hesitated in confusion before deciding to try and be friendly to the random guy her dream produced.
"Hi, I'm Isla. Um, I think that you might be confused" She nearly stammered trying not to flinch anymore under the imperious gaze. She decided to continue on and rushed out a quick "What's a, uh, a Morgingotto?" She scratched her head nervously realizing she didn't say the same word he had and wondering what he said again.
"Foul demon, begone!" he exclaimed sternly before pulling a sword out. Isla stepped back, but tripped over some branches and landed hard on her back. Where did he get a sword in my dream?! This is not fair! Isla's thought began to spin in panic a he lightly approached holding his sword out threateningly.
"What are you doing? I don't understand what you're talking about!" Isla shouted in terror trying to scramble away. He was too close too fast for her to try and get up. He raised up the sword aiming at her.
Isla's face paled as the blood seemed to drain out of completely. "This is my dream, you can't kill me in my dream!" Isla breathed out breathlessly in fear.
"Does the Enemy truly believe me foolish enough to fall for such tricks?" He asked, but somehow Isla knew it wasn't a question for her.
"NO DON'T" she screamed as he plunged the sword into her chest.
Isla's eyes flew open and her immediately went to her heart. It was beating uncontrollably fast. Her dream just tried to killed her. She sucked in a deep breath and looked around her bedroom trying to calm down.
What happened? She wondered her heart slowing down. She sighed and laid back down in her bed staring up at the ceiling. That had been the scariest moment in her entire life and it wasn't even real. She pulled the covers up all the way around her, despite feeling hot and sweaty from her terror, and tried to hide in them. She was sad to realize she no longer wanted lucid dreaming. It had been so fun to be on the beach, but that forest was awful.
To her chagrin she felt a tear make its way down her cheek. She sniffed and tried to take another deep breath, but choked on it and started crying harder. He had been so terrifying towering over her and with burning silver eyes staring her down. She cried hard thinking about how she had no chance to escape with how fast he made over to her after she tripped. The only thing that puzzled her was the entire demon and Morgintotto he was talking about. Isla still wasn't entirely sure what the name was that he repeated, but she figured it wasn't a good one. Isla cursed her dreams mentally using her blanket to wipe away her tears.
Stupid dream! Stupid nightmare Isla whimpered before curling into her bed more and closing her eyes to see if she could sleep again. She prayed that there wouldn't be anymore lucid dreams or red-haired giants.
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