I stood atop a stone pillar, surrounded by five other pillars. Each one a figure standing atop them but veiled in shadow, preventing me from making out who they were. Over each one I watched as something manifested over each one. Redish orange flames, sparks of golden electricity, a small cyclone, bright blue fire, and a small flare of sunlight. I glanced up, expecting to see something similar over my head. The shadows seemed to darken and intensify, before decending on me, wrapping around me, trying to consume me. "You are a creature of the shadows. Darkness is not inheritly evil. Will you be able to tame the dark? Or will it consume you?" I had no clue where the voice was coming from, nor could I see the five pillars and their elemental lights. "If you fight its attempts to consume you, you might succed. But if you do so alone, you will fail." As if on cue the darkness was dispelled and the golden lighting bolt and blue flame became visable. "The Spark and the Atom are the ones you can keep you from losing yourself. Be warned that the Spark must remain a Storm, lest neither of you survive the coming conflict." What did all of this mean? The Spark, Atom, and Storm? What did it mean, and what was this darkness that threatened to overtake me? "The Whirlwind and the Flame will aid you in your fight as well. Go, save this world from destruction."
Waking up a suddenly, I sat up and pondered the strange dream I'd had. Something about darkness, flames, sparks, and atoms. I rubbed my eyes and glanced over at my phone on the nightstand, the notification light flashing. Grabbing my phone I pressed the lock button, lighting the screen up, allowing me to see what notifications were displayed. There were two texts, one from Ghidorah and the other from Godzilla. I unlocked my phone and headed to my texts, reading Ghidorah's first. Hey Dusk, Ni here. Heading into town. If you want to join us, text us and we'll wait for you. I considered it but figured I should first see what Godzilla had to say. Hey Dusk, I enjoyed our walk and talk last night. Up for another today? I'm free for today so if your up for it just let me know and I can meet ya at your place. P.S. I don't plan on teasing you too much though. I felt my cheeks flush a bit as I recalled last night. Pushing that aside, I had a descision to make: hang out with Ghidorah or hang out with Godzilla. I climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom, both to relieve myself and to shower. Figuring that a shower would help me wake up and mull over who to hang out with.
As the hot water washed over my scales, it was something that was allways soothing whether it was a shower or a soak in the tub. I stood there, considering both options but for some reason spending time with Godzilla appealed to me the most, yet wasn't sure why. Was it maybe because I had a crush on him? My whole train of thought was derailed by this and I tried to make sense of this. Both dad and Amber had both felt that people should only be in hetero relationships, with mom disagreeing with them. I stayed out of each arguement as much as possible. I shoved those thoughts aside, it didn't matter what dad or Amber thought, they were dead now. But one thing was for sure, unless I knew whether Godzilla reciprocated my feelings or not, I needed to keep them to myself and possibly figure out if I really liked him beforehand. I shut the water off and stepped out of the shower. I grabbed a towel off the shelf and started drying myself off. With the towel secured around my waist, I returned to my room to get dressed and decide on who I wanted to hang out with today. Tossing the towel in the hamper, I grabbed a pair of black boxer-briefs from my dresser and pulled them on. I grabbed my phone off of the nightstand, but before I could unlock it, and send a reply a powerful sensation hit me like a tsunami. In my mind I could see the interior of the four door pickup truck that dad had always driven. I could feel the burning ache of phantom pain as a result of the crash. I dropped to my knees, my upper torso draped over the bed, and my phone falling out of my hand and clattering to the floor. Air came to me in short, ragged breaths. 'No. No please not now. Can't I have one day where I can not be haunted by my memories of the wreck?' It took a couple minutes and some slow, deep breaths before I was able to calm myself. I picked my phone up off the floor, unlocked it, and text Godzilla and Ghidorah to let them know that I wasn't going to be heading out today and apologizing for turning down their offers. I pulled a grey t-shirt on, flopped down on my bed and stared up at the ceiling. This whole ordeal was probably going to haunt me until the day I die. My gaze briefly shifted down to my left forearm and the scars that we're laced apon it. Back home, middle school and both freshmen and sophomore year had been rough and I had ended up cutting myself. Neither mom, dad, or Amber ever really paid much attention until mom and dad had gotten a call from the principal about it. And during the brief period that I was still in the U.S. and out of the hospital, I had briefly fallen into it as a result of the stress and trauma of the accident. I stared back at the ceiling and tried to shove all those troublesome thoughts out. I could feel the tears threatening to fall and dispite attempts hold it back, they soon came flowing out as I rolled onto my side and tried to cry as quietly as possible.