Streams of Gold
Sequel to Streams of Silver
Chapter Six- The Dream
Tsukasa was having a dream.
There is nothing. Nothing here. Darkness, absence... I am lost somewhere in the middle.
Tsukasa opened his eyes to shadows.
Am I the cause of the nothingness? Where is this?
He looked around, a panic rising to a crescendo within him. He had a feeling if he did not find something real, something corporal in this entire nothing, the emptiness would swallow him up alive. He cast his mind about desperately, searching for something, anything.
Then Subaru was there, glowing like a thousand candles at once. He reached for her, his pale hand parting the darkness like water. She smiled at him, her form rippling behind an invisible wall... then a voice, from everywhere and nowhere at once, rung in his head.
"Stop trying."
He looked back to Subaru and cried out in astonishment. She was gone. The darkness shifted, changed, moved within itself to envelop Tsukasa in a sinister embrace.
And then he awoke.
He sat up, panting and sweating, on his familiar altar where he slept. His heavy breathing echoed through the Church.
It was nothing, he told himself. A dream, a nightmare from his subconscious. Tsukasa got to his feet unsteadily and took a moment to reorient himself. He looked to the window to Elysium... and cried out in horror.
The window's scene was changed; it was the darkness, the nothing from his nightmare, with Subaru's glowing form in the middle. Tsukasa put a trembling hand onto the stained glass. With a desperate gesture, he moved to change the image back to normal and breathed a sigh of relief when the glass shifted and warped under his command.
"Tsukasa?"
The young man spun around at his name. Subaru was standing there with a look of confusion on her face. "What happened?" She asked, looking around. "I wasn't here a moment ago..." Subaru looked at him again and her expression changed from confusion to something between surprise and amusement.
"Did you bring me here?"
Tsukasa shook his head. "I-I... I don't know..." he stuttered. His eyes flicked back to the stained glass window. Even though he had changed it back, the surface seemed darker, changed beyond returning.
What was going on?