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A/N: I am so pleased that you find this story beautiful and I shall try my best to keep it that way.

Hades Beckons
Chapter Two
The Dream Vortex


The girl was twisting upon her bed of furs. Her silver white hair tangled with the short brown bristles of her pillow. Her eyes were clamped shut and had been so for seventeen years. No one knew the color of her eyes. Her body contorted and writhed. The delicate chains on her ankles and wrists clanked softly as they were alternately pulled and released.

Blood so much blood. Enough to drown in. Enough to kill. For all she knew she was in Dante's river of blood between the sixth and seventh levels of Hell. The red serum was warm and sticky. She was covered in it. No matter how she moved there was still more.

Three figures stood around the bed. To the right of the girl stood a tall pale woman with bright red hair and topaz eyes. She was clad completely in light teal armor a mace held in one hand and a shield in the other. She was the cleric, the healer, there to make sure the Vortex could recover from anything she might commit upon herself.

A bright colored light came towards her. She knew this light. She reached out her hand but the light kept dancing away. She pleaded. She lifted her hands in supplication and still the teal light kept its distance. She knew she was crying though it was hard to tell.

To the left of the centerpiece in the circular room one identical to the cleric with different coloring. This one had dark gray hair and white eyes. She was wearing a decorated green robe. She carried a long staff and an open book. She was the enchantress, the teacher, there to instruct the Sleeper in her constant slumber of the things she would need to know to survive.

A second light joined the first. They hovered together like fireflies. This newcomer was a dark green perfectly complementing the color of the other. She jumped trying to catch this one. She missed by so much room that it broke her heart. The lights had never stayed this distant from her before.

She wanted them to come closer. She needed their comfort and strength. She could feel herself loosing the battle against the current. The level rose and she could no longer stand on the rock beneath the bloody river.

She looked around wildly for a jut of rock or a tree that she could latch onto. Finally a gnarled tree appeared at the steep shore of the gushing blood. She clung to its black branches for dear life.

Kneeling at the foot of the bed of stone stood a wood elf. Shorter than the other two and darkly skinned she had dark blood colored hair and the yellow eyes of a wolf. She was dressed in black chain mail and was armed with an enormous sword covered in red runes and a normal sized blade graced with lightening. She was the ranger, the protector, there to fight off any fear, any danger that the Dreamer could not handle by herself.

Finally the black light entered. She knew this light would stay close by. While the other two kept to themselves the ebon spark floated right in front of her face. It allowed her to capture it in her bloody hands. It danced between her fingers.

She opened her hands. She was sinking in the blood. Her clothes were dragging her down. Frantically she tried to remove them when she realized they did not exist in this world. The branch snapped. Her anchor was gone. The river closed over her head without a bubble to indicate that she was even there right under the surface.

The sisters were Fayette and Desteniy. The one apart was known as Niane. The women looked at the female on the bed with an air of distinct sorrow. Finally Niane spoke.

"Can one of you please stop this?"

"Not until she is done. You know full well ranger that we can not disturb her while she communicates with her sibling." Fayette's voice was heavy. Niane's rust colored brows came together on her dark forehead.

"Something horrible has happened." Desteniy spoke her voice monotone her colorless eyes never leaving the bed.

"Soon it will be time to awaken the Dreamer." Fayette answered. Her voice sounded as a copy of her sister's.

"It is too soon." Niane leaned over the bed slightly watching the sheen of sweat rise upon the pale flesh of the girl.

"It might be too late. We need to rouse her so she can get used to the waking world." Desteniy spoke again.

"We have to give her time to change herself so that she is comfortable here." Fayette glanced knowingly at the wood elf. The three winced as an inhuman scream filled the air.

It went on and on until the two sisters were clasping their bleeding ears and kneeling by the bed. Niane had a pained expression but refused to show her pain more than that.

"What is he doing that would make her react like that?" The sisters shrugged. Finally after what seemed like hours the slim body collapsed and the chains ceased their noise. The trinity looked at their charge unknowingly mimicking the exact position of another.