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10.

Celeste wasn't able to open her eyes. A strong pain went through her temples as she squeezed them shut even tighter than she had before. She tried to breathe, but all her body would do was shake. It was cold and she shivered uncontrollably. Sitting upright somehow, she rested her elbows on her knees and rubbed the spot where the pain was unbearable as her shivering slowly stopped. Wondering how often a human being could be knocked unconscious without suffering severe brain damage, she opened her eyes slowly and tried to take in her surroundings.

All she could recognize were shades of black, white and grey. Blinking, she lifted her arm and looked, surprised at the grey color of her fingers. Looking down, she noticed her ripped ballet tights, and her usually dark red dancing dress, also severely damaged. At the moment her dress looked… light brown? Blowing a lock of hair out of her face, she pulled another lock down and looked at it. Even her hair looked… strange. Shaking her head, she realized that she obviously had suffered from some sort of concussion.

Focusing, she tried to identify the landmarks around her. Her eyesight was blurry and she could not really notice anything familiar.

She needed to find out where she was.

Struggling, she got up and turned around 360 degrees, her mouth gaping. Finally getting the confirmation that she obviously and without any doubt had suffered from a severe concussion, she looked disbelievingly at the two pale pink suns just over the horizon in the hostile grey environment around her.

Stumbling, she began to run, completely in panic.

"Help!" she screamed.

Once she had climbed out of the crater, she had been in before, the only thing she discerned was the wind around her growing into a huge storm. Shielding her eyes with her hand, she squinted in order to see something. She had to turn around. Fine grey dust irritated her lungs and she started to cough. Falling on her knees, she continued to crawl on all fours, almost blinded by the dust storm.

When she all of the sudden felt a resistance with her hands, she sat on her heels and opened her eyes. Trying to get the dust out of her face, she gulped, a scream dying in her throat as she looked at the skeleton lying in front of her.

Looking up, she took in the strange red fluid, in which the skeleton was laying, for the first time; halfway from the foot to the torso. Following the bright red stream with her eyes, she couldn't believe that her brain could fool her so much.

Sitting down on the floor and shaking her messy locks, she tried to piece together what had happened to her as thick tears rolled down her cheeks.

Suddenly she felt a whoosh around her. Then something grabbed her by her throat and dragged her over the ground. In absolute panic, she began screaming. She put her hands up in order to defend the attacker, but all she could feel, was her lungs dangerously lacking oxygen, and on top of that, her vision getting blurry again.

"No!" she screamed as she lifted her hands to grab whoever had attacked her, "You will not kill me!"

As she felt the attacker vanishing, she jumped up and spun around, her hands still up to defend herself.

Looking at the strange thing that hovered about a meter above the ground, she realized that it was more a ghost than a person. All of the sudden two other ghostlike creatures showed up next to the other one, ready to attack her again.

The wind was still strong. Celeste brushed the locks blowing into her face away with both hands and looked angrily at the ghosts.

This was her strange dream and only she had the right to set the rules!