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*Ranting*
Well another chapter. I think this is turning out swell. Hope I get more reviews!!


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*Chapter One, His Dreams*
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A male figure is twitching and turning in his bed, with beads of sweat on his forehead.
He groans and clutches his head. He is having a nightmare, or is he?

~*Male's Dream, His POV~*
I'm running, in a palace I have never been in before.
Surprisingly, I seem to know the way. My feet have a mind of their own, as they're running,
until I approach a door. I push it open, and step into the room, which appears to be a nursery. I
began to look around, than I finally spot a figure. By the looks of it, it's a woman.
The woman's back is turned to me, but I barely notice because a film of haze surrounds her.
Everything in the room is hazy, but the woman seemed to be a shadow herself. She slowly turns
around, and bright blue eyes gaze out from the hazy figure.

Her eyes are the only thing clear, and they seem strict, but gentle. Her eyes light up when
she sees me, but then turn back to a look of sorrow. I look at her, confused, for I am. We
seem to be having a silent conversation, or at least she is. The woman walks toward me,
and reached out a shadowed hand. Her hand touched my face, and I feel warmth.

Warmth is something I'm not used to. My heart is cold, frozen like it should be, for I am
raised to be that way. I draw back from her hand, which is strangely comforting. She didn't seem to
like my actions as she reaches out again to touch me. I feel the warmth again, but I notice some more
feelings. I gaze at her eyes, and she makes me feel warm, safe, and loved?

Like I said, I'm not used to warmth, and I certainly am not used to these other emotions.
Safeness is a big no-no on my planet. We're always going in war, and though we always win,
I see people dieing all around me. Nothing safe about that. Love is something extremely new.
Love is forbidden, and an emotion we're all trained to spit on. Love is for weaklings, what
really matters is power. We don't question these sayings, we just follow them.

I snap out of my thoughts, as the woman quietly whispers something, "….mion."
I can't hear the beginning of what she is saying. She chants the word over and over again,
but I always miss hearing the whole thing. I recoil from her hands, and stare at her. She
doesn't seem to notice my absence, because she began to sing, never keeping he eyes off me. Her
words are also hard to hear, and I only hear half.

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Don** fr** a** be **raid
******** shall per***
un*** go**ne**
Through the li*** of th*
*ilv** *oon
You sh*** ***ways be safe
** *e
Und** the sha**** of the
***ver m**n
**ura** and bra****
shall al**** win
Through the powers of
The gr**ing *****
You shall be *******
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The song is beautiful, and seems like a lullaby. In a memory somewhere, this song seems to play.
Its distant, but I know I heard that song somewhere, but I can not remember.

I look at the woman, and I see tears welling up in her eyes. "Bye" she whispered, and then she
seemed to be blown away. The room began twisting around, like in a tornado, and a whirl of shadow
is surrounding me. The shadows aren't dark, they seem to penetrate light, which is weird. This feeling,
gives me a sense of belonging, something I never feel in the Negaverse…..


~*End Dream~*

Mamoru woke up gasping. He looked around his small room and groaned.
"When are these dreams going to end? I have the same dreams ever since
I could remember!" he growled to himself. He got up from his bed, and began to dress in his armor.
It is another day to serve under his queen, Metallia..



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