Author's note: Please R&R…and DO NOT COPY!
Disclaimer: I do not own Ragnarok Online,
All that's left…
No, do not stop me from dreaming…
You cannot wake me…
Please don't…
Dreams are all I have…
Then suddenly, she awoke…sunlight glittering through the windows, blinding her.
She forcefully looked into the light, blinking several times until she got used to its glare, then she sat up, and opened the windows, finally getting a glimpse of the city of Prontera…its gates and streets bustling with merchants selling their wares and eager customers trying to avail of discounts through negotiation.
Slowly, she slid off the bed, remembering her own voice as she had pleaded in her dream… "do not stop me from dreaming…"
But sadly, daylight had stopped her....why did time and days passing have to stop her? Why did she have to awake each day to a new? Could she not live in dreams?
She dressed, putting on her boy's cap and sheathing her katar into place. Her eyes were bare of emotion…so much so, that any who looked into them felt iced…for they were such a shade of icy blue…so cold and devoid of any feeling.
For this reason, she hid her eyes behind dark frames of sunglasses.
As she walked out the inn, putting on her manteau, she topped her head with a sakkat, and behind her sunglasses, glared at the sun…cursing it for shining so brightly.
"I've a long way to go…" she thought,
The Pronteran Citizens began to part as she walked past, her aura being so morbid…they thought it best to avoid the assassin that passed their streets, making way for her…
She had nothing but a few zenys in her pocket, and as soon as she got out of Prontera, she killed off Porings for apples to satisfy her hunger,
She had no purpose in life, there was nothing for her to live for, she had no goal, but she had a dream….
Night fell, and she had not yet reached Geffen. Laying her head upon the soft grass in Mt. Mjolnir, she closed her eyes, and fell asleep…
In blissful slumber…there were dreams, wonderful illusions borne of her past…laughing people, beautiful smiles filled with mirth, calling out to her to join them by the fire as the bard sang a lingering melody under the moonlight while the dancer swayed her hips, the latter teasing her for not trying to dance... "My party…" she smiled, seeing their faces filled with glee at her arrival,
Then among them all, their stood the priest, his tall figure illuminated by the moonlight, his dark hair fluttering in the cool breeze, his beautiful green eyes welcoming her, holding out his arms for an embrace, "Jason…" she called his name, as he embraced her….his hands sifting through her hair, and brushing tendrils from her face…then…planting a kiss on her face while wiping the tears that always fell from her eyes…
Then, the dawn began to break, her party's laughing faces began to fade…while Jason's embrace began to vaporize…to disappear…her words were pleading…begging for all those who've left her for another world…for all those who were separated from her by her own life…the fact that she was alive…when they'd left her…they'd gone…all gone…
She pleaded, she begged for dawn never to arise…
No, do not stop me from dreaming…
You cannot wake me…
Please don't…
Dreams are all I have…
They're all I have left…