Wandering Child
Chapter 6-Dreams
A/N: I don't own PotO (unfortunately), but I do own The Council of Music, Rebecca, and The Others. As well, I own the song, Nightmare. You can't sue me for using my imagination.
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I was in darkness. I couldn't see. My senses had been dulled. No sound came from the stillness. Then, like a candle being lit, a light appeared. Out f the light, a shadow moved. It saw it move. Sound appeared. Loud, heavenly sound. I've never heard anything like it. It was so beautiful.
I tried to speak, to ask the shadow if it could sing louder. But my mouth didn't work. Then the music stopped abruptly. I heard some moans, and then the sound of someone sobbing.
"Why?" The shadow cried as he raised his head to the ceiling. "Why? Why do these things to me? Why make me this way? Why?" His voice had a bit of a hollow sound to it. I thought that fitting for a shadow. "What have I ever done to you!" He screamed at the roof of his dwelling.
I could see tunnels going in all directions. It was a maze. The shadow rose from his place, and turned towards a door in the wall. He opened it, and went in. I followed him in. inside was a coffin. The Shadow entered the coffin, and lay down. It reached one out with one frail-looking arm and swung the lid closed. Obviously the shadow wasn't as frail as he appeared. Maybe he's just sleeping. I doubt it. My mind swam. What is it that I am seeing?
Suddenly, a thought came to my mind. I remembered a song I wrote when I was sixteen. It was a song of darkness imprisoning me, and then me breaking free. I thought that perhaps it would encourage the shadow. I began to sing it.
The darkness is all around.
The air is thick;
I can't breath.
The darkness keeps closing in
And I can't seem to find
That special piece of mind
That will break these chains of mine.
This is my life;
This is my chance;
This is my world
You've entered.
I heard the shadow stir inside his coffin. I thought that perhaps the words were spoken from his heart, and God had decided to put them in my mouth.
Let's light a candle,
A wavering flame.
This is my secret
Way to escape.
Can't seem to find
Another one like me
Can't seem to be
Able to breath.
This is my life;
This is my chance;
This is my world
You've entered.
The shadow opened his coffin lid and sat up. He looked around, and the whole time I continued to sing.
Tell me a story.
Tell it loud.
Don't let It see you.
Stay on the ground.
Beware of the monster,
Hiding within.
Don't let it go free;
Don't let it win.
This is my life.
This is my chance.
This is my world
You've entered.
The shadow climbed out of the coffin and looked directly at me. Now that I had started singing, I couldn't seem to stop. I prayed that the shadow would find comfort in my next words.
I'm writing the story;
It's barely begun.
This is my time;
Let's have some fun.
We'll throw in some monsters,
A beast or two.
We'll have a grand time,
Just me and you.
This is my life.
This is my chance.
This is my world
You've entered.
Look at my life.
Lost my own chance.
Destroyed my own world;
I'm sorry.
Look at my life.
Lost my own chance.
Destroyed my own world;
I'm sorry.
The shadow came towards me. As I finished the last part of the song, I felt myself returning to the real world. I hoped that I had somehow helped the shadow to feel more confident about himself.
I woke with a start. The plane was shaking and bouncing. I sat up straight and looked out the window to my left. I barely caught a glimpse of the Eiffel Tower before it was hidden behind the clouds.
"Did I sleep through the whole flight?" I asked AM3.
"Yes, you did." She said with a slight smile on her face.
"What?" I asked. She was looking at me as though she knew something I didn't.
"You were singing in your sleep." AM4 said gruffly, although I could tell he was at least slightly amused by the idea. I, however, was not.
"Sorry." I said meekly.
As the plane began its descent, I marveled at the sights. I saw the Arc de Triomphe, The Champs Elysées, the Louvre, and many more sights that I knew I wouldn't have a chance to see when we landed. I remembered from school that France was known for it's many castles. The only reason they weren't destroyed in WWII was because the French gave up so as to be able to protect their lands.
I sighed. Whenever I saw a castle, it made me think of an adventure. I remembered, though, that I was on my own adventure, and this was one was much more real, and much more dangerous. I had to be careful if I wanted to come back unscathed.
A/N: There it is. Review, please!