~*Improviso Vir*~
Unexpected Hero
It was only in these crushing shadows that Lucas felt any peace at all.
Sleep. Dear, warm sleep. Where he could float between heaven and hell, between good and evil, for once ignoring everything around him. Sleep was becoming harder and harder to find, and his journey with the others wasn't making it any easier.
Lucas turned over in bed-for once they had a hotel-and that's when he heard a voice in his ear.
"Well gee Lucas. I'm a servant to a pig king and you're complaining about walking so far today."
The boy stirred, knowing the voice was familiar. But in his dream Lucas was having trouble gripping on to anything.
In the waking world, Lucas's hands glowed faintly with PSI he didn't know was activated.
"Who's there?"
"Me." The other voice answered with a snicker. So achingly recognizable, but too deep and strangely metallic to be who he had thought it was.
"Who's me?"
"You."
Lucas felt, distantly, as if from someone else far away, amusement and annoyance. It was disorienting, it was almost like he was sensing two people at once. The portion of annoyance was coming from someone working through the other person, or talking through the other person. The amusement was all the voice's though.
"No really Lucas, I need help."
Lucas shifted. "How?"
"Find the Needles, and pull them, quick! Get up after you've rested a bit, you've still got stuff to do!"
"Wait-a name. What's your name, and how do you know mine?"
Sadness. So deep and unending, like the pain he distinctly felt from the other person, that Lucas felt like he was suffocating in the terrible blackness that was so different from the solid warmth of his conscious dreams.
"You know my name…right?" Soft. Pleading. A silent forget-me-not.
Then the sensation faded.
And in the waking world, Lucas's hands stopped glowing.
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Prepare for a lot more of these short ones, some of these don't need to be "long".