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Clark felt cold. He felt extremely cold. A cold he'd never felt before. Looking around himself nervously, he discovered he was alone inside a stone room. It's walls were made of a hard rock that looked impossible to break even with his super strength.

Straight ahead, he saw a small beam of white light. It seemed to call out to him.

Cautiously, Clark looked behind him. There were no windows and no doors. No means of escape anywhere.

He looked back at the light. It began to brighten, begging Clark to come forward. Slowly, he made his way to it. As he did, a small breeze grazed his face and rustled his hair. The closer he got, the more powerful the light and wind until he felt as through he were in a tornado. Squinting his eyes, he strained to look at the light, which was now shining brighter then the sun.

Suddenly, a face appeared out from the center of the light. It was of an old woman. Her body soon came into view and hovered in the light. She was sitting on something, but Clark couldn't tell what it was. She wore many jewels and gems around her neck and on her thin fingers. She smiled at Clark warmly.

"Hello, Clark."

"How do you know my name?" Clark asked with slight fear.

"Oh, I know much more then that, Clark Kent of Smallville." Her smile widened, as if she enjoyed confusing him.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Wakanda. I've come to you in this dream to help you go back home," the woman explained with perfect clarity.

"You mean…back to Smallville?" Clark asked hopefully.

Wakanda nodded, but her happy expression quickly turned into a frown. "But I'm afraid it will not be easy."

"Do you know where the Mist is?" Clark asked, practically shaking in anticipation.

"I do," she confirmed.

Clark smiled happily and opened his mouth to ask where the Mist was, but then Wakanda added solemnly, "But I cannot reveal it."

"Why? Lana is starting to lose hope and the only thing keeping her okay is me. Now I'm starting to doubt things too. If I start to fall…I take Lana down with me…I don't know what'll happen to her…." He looked at the old woman seriously. "Please tell me where it is…"

"The Old Story does not state that I give you the name of the vessel consuming the Mist at this moment. The chosen man and woman must find it themselves." She paused before adding, "But you will not have to look far. The Mist is very close to you now."

"Will we have to search far from the castle?" Clark wondered curiously.

"Perhaps you will have to search, but it won't be long." Wakanda then drew an interested expression on her aged face. "The castle you just spoke of…does it belong to the Mist?"

"Yeah, it does," Clark nodded.

Just then, Clark swore he heard a sound somewhere in the distance. It was like the beating of a drum. He looked around and listened, but could no longer hear it.

"Oh dear…that castle will be a place of great danger for you and Lana." The old woman's face was now filled with terror. Clark looked back at her with worry. "However, it is a danger you will have to endure."

"Danger? What kind of danger?"

And just like that, the noise came back in loud, harsh beats. At first Clark thought it was his heart, but he soon realize it wasn't in tune with it. Something else was pounding…pounding…pounding...

"Plans will not go as they are set. Something terribly unexpected will happen and Lana will be in danger."

"Tell me what happens to her!" Clark pleaded, trying to tune out the awful beating noise. "Tell me! I have to protect her!"

"You can try to save her, but you will receive a most unfortunate and possibly fatal scar if you do." Wakanda now looked past Clark, as if zoning out into space. "It will be a dark day for Sogni Dromen. Many lives will be taken. But, if you know where to look, you will find the one thing that will save you."

Pounding…pounding…pounding. Clark swallowed, trying to mentally drown out the noise.

"Tell me where to look…"

Just then, a series of signs appeared in his mind. They floated there like the flash of a camera. The symbols were a purple-y color...Kryptonian signs…but what did they mean again? He tried to remember, but he couldn't think. The noise was distracting his thoughts.

All of the sudden, everything went black. Wakanda and the temple he had been in were gone and he was now in pitch darkness. The beating slowed down.

Pound…………………pound…………………pound………….

Looking around aimlessly, Clark heard a familiar voice.

"Clark…help me……help me, Clark….."

"Lana?"

"Help…"

"Lana, where are you!" he shouted into the shadows, wishing he could find her.

"Don't waste your time…alien."

Clark's terror rose when the Phantom appeared, cowering over the teenager and speaking in it's chilling tone.

"What do you want from me?" he shouted to the Phantom in a shaking voice.

"What I want is you, Clark…you never belonged in Smallville, you belonged with me…" it said in it's terrifying tone.

"I do belong in Smallville. You're just a nightmare! I don't belong to a nightmare!"

"That is where you are wrong, Clark…I'm much more then your nightmare…" the Phantom corrected coldly. "You're fooling those elves and stupid little human you're with…Sogni Dromen needs two humans to save it's country…can't you see Clark…you will never be a human…"

"I'm more human then you or Jor-El or anyone else on that planet who wants to change me from who I am!" Clark yelled angrily.

"You will always be Kryptonian…your true name will always be Kal-El…"

"My name is Clark Kent and I'm from Smallville!" Clark screamed, wishing the Phantom would stop taunting him.

"You killed Jonathan and Martha Kent's baby…"

"No! I…never…I never meant to…" It was just like all his other dreams. He closed his eyes and tried to shut out the Phantom's words.

"Clark, help me! Please!"

"Lana!" Clark shrieked with fright.

"Lana is dead…you killed her with your lies…your secrets…you're the one that stopped her from going back to Smallville…it's all your fault…you ruined her whole life…"

Pound……..pound……pound…..

"First, you kill her parents…"

Pound….pound…..pound…..

"Then you kill her…"

Pound…pound…pound…

"You are an outsider…a monster…nobody loves you…not Lana…not even Jonathan and Martha…"

POUND..POUND..POUND..

"LIAR! ALIEN!"

POUNDPOUNDPOUND

"MURDERER!"

Clark's whole body shook from the beating noise. He squeezed his eyes closed, pressing his palms against his ears. He screamed for the Phantom to stop speaking. Its words were like poison oozing into his mind, tormenting his emotions. He wanted out of this place as quickly as possible, but he was completely immobile and paralyzed with fear.

"Nooo! Lana! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I should've told you! I'm sorry we can't go back! It's my fault! I'm sorry!" Clark shouted desperately, feeling his eyes beginning to water behind his closed eyelids.

A whirlwind of dark blue and purple smoke gusted around the darkness, pulling Clark this way and that. The pounding was rattling his eardrums, yet he could still hear Lana's sobbing from a distance…and the Phantom's mechanical laughter cutting through the horror before Clark.

"You will NEVER get out of Sogni Dromen! You are an ALIEN!"

"STOP IT!"

POUNDPOUNDPOUNDPOUNDPOUND!

"CLARK! Clark, please wake up! Wake up, Clark!"

Flashing his eyes wide open, Clark sat up quickly. He was bathed in a cold sweat and breathing in deep, hardbreaths. Shaking, he looked over at Lana who was sitting up next to him in her bed with fear in her eyes. Her worried hands rubbed his forearm affectionately.

"Clark…that snake we saw in the Last Place…he's here in the tunnels," she informed seriously.

Clark took a minute to catch his breath, then spoke. "Sna – you mean Haras?"

Lana nodded quickly. "Viren just came in and told me. He tried to wake you sooner, but you wouldn't budge." She swallowed with tears in her eyes. "You really scared me, Clark."

Concern in his eyes, Clark lifted a hand and caressed her face. "I'm sorry. I just had his weird dream – "

CRASH!

Lana jumped closer to Clark and he hugged her tightly.

"I'll tell you about it later. Come on."