'Was. Was it a dream, or a memory?' It had seemed so real to Mystic. It had
been her in the nightmare, except, years younger. She didn't know how old,
except she knew she had been younger than ten.
It had started out, like any other dreams she had had, the strange dreams that haunted her at night. The little girl, that looked like her. But this dream turned into a nightmare.
She had been at a river, with an older man, possibly a relative. They were holding some kind of long wooden like sticks with string and some sort of round wheel device on the handle. The older man, that seemed to be about 70 years of age, had called it a fishing rode.
They were fishing.
Mystic, had done something that had been called 'casting'. And that is when things went horribly wrong, the beautiful dream turned into a nightmare.
Something had started pulling on the string. The man had come over to Mystic, and was holding on to the 'rod', helping her. There was a sudden tug and Mystic went flying in to the river.
The water was freezing, and there was a very fast current. She knew she could swim well, but she couldn't make it to the shore.
The freezing water started numbing her whole body, and she couldn't move, though she tried.
The started calling to her, running along the shore as other people, strangers, not known to Mystic, like the old man was, joined him, trying to get to the river to help her.
'That. That name, what did he call me?' Mystic asked out loud. Folken moaned softly in is sleep and opened his eyes slightly.
'What's wrong?' Folken asked, concern suddenly flooding his voice and mind. Mystic was still breathing hard, her heart beating fast.
'I...... I had another one of those dreams......' Mystic told him. Folken sat up in bed, and embraced his naked partner from behind.
'It's alright; you know they're not real. Why be afraid of them?' Folken reassured her.
Mystic shook her head. 'No, they aren't like other dreams. They feel crystal clear during the dream, like a memory, then when I wake up, they are all fuzzy, and I can't remember much.' Mystic told him, taking deep breathes.
'That means nothing, they are still just dreams. They can't hurt you.' Folken told her again.
'Yes, but they aren't dreams, they don't fell like *real* dreams, more like memories of a long time ago, something I want to remember, but I just can't.' Mystic explained more thoroughly.
Folken had nothing to say, but what he had said before. 'That doesn't justify it, all dreams are different.'
'I know, dreams are supposed to be different.' Folken looked at Mystic in surprise. 'It has the same girl in it, every time, I know. She is sometimes five, sometimes nine, sometimes even eleven, and everything in between. In every dream, there are people, I feel like I have known at some point in my life. And they keep coming back in the dreams, some more often than others; some have only appeared once or twice so far.' Mystic explained. She had calmed down considerably; she wasn't scared anymore, that's for sure.
'Then, tell me about this dream you had tonight.' Folken said. And Mystic told him in as much detail as possible.
Folken looked at Mystic with concern in his eyes. She stood up quickly and dressed.
'Where are you going? You can just stay here for the day, no one will disturb you.' Folken told her.
'No, I'm going back to my room. The Dragon Slayers and Dilandau will start to wonder where I am....' Mystic replied.
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AN: Yay!! Another chapter done!!
It had started out, like any other dreams she had had, the strange dreams that haunted her at night. The little girl, that looked like her. But this dream turned into a nightmare.
She had been at a river, with an older man, possibly a relative. They were holding some kind of long wooden like sticks with string and some sort of round wheel device on the handle. The older man, that seemed to be about 70 years of age, had called it a fishing rode.
They were fishing.
Mystic, had done something that had been called 'casting'. And that is when things went horribly wrong, the beautiful dream turned into a nightmare.
Something had started pulling on the string. The man had come over to Mystic, and was holding on to the 'rod', helping her. There was a sudden tug and Mystic went flying in to the river.
The water was freezing, and there was a very fast current. She knew she could swim well, but she couldn't make it to the shore.
The freezing water started numbing her whole body, and she couldn't move, though she tried.
The started calling to her, running along the shore as other people, strangers, not known to Mystic, like the old man was, joined him, trying to get to the river to help her.
'That. That name, what did he call me?' Mystic asked out loud. Folken moaned softly in is sleep and opened his eyes slightly.
'What's wrong?' Folken asked, concern suddenly flooding his voice and mind. Mystic was still breathing hard, her heart beating fast.
'I...... I had another one of those dreams......' Mystic told him. Folken sat up in bed, and embraced his naked partner from behind.
'It's alright; you know they're not real. Why be afraid of them?' Folken reassured her.
Mystic shook her head. 'No, they aren't like other dreams. They feel crystal clear during the dream, like a memory, then when I wake up, they are all fuzzy, and I can't remember much.' Mystic told him, taking deep breathes.
'That means nothing, they are still just dreams. They can't hurt you.' Folken told her again.
'Yes, but they aren't dreams, they don't fell like *real* dreams, more like memories of a long time ago, something I want to remember, but I just can't.' Mystic explained more thoroughly.
Folken had nothing to say, but what he had said before. 'That doesn't justify it, all dreams are different.'
'I know, dreams are supposed to be different.' Folken looked at Mystic in surprise. 'It has the same girl in it, every time, I know. She is sometimes five, sometimes nine, sometimes even eleven, and everything in between. In every dream, there are people, I feel like I have known at some point in my life. And they keep coming back in the dreams, some more often than others; some have only appeared once or twice so far.' Mystic explained. She had calmed down considerably; she wasn't scared anymore, that's for sure.
'Then, tell me about this dream you had tonight.' Folken said. And Mystic told him in as much detail as possible.
Folken looked at Mystic with concern in his eyes. She stood up quickly and dressed.
'Where are you going? You can just stay here for the day, no one will disturb you.' Folken told her.
'No, I'm going back to my room. The Dragon Slayers and Dilandau will start to wonder where I am....' Mystic replied.
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AN: Yay!! Another chapter done!!