Darkness was all she saw, before images began to invade her mind. Battle between human, and dragon. A voice spoke. Best friend... white dragon... War... Mother... All of these subjects came to mind, before one last image came to mind. Forest green eyes.
Her eyes snapped open, the images quickly fading away in the dark abyss of her mind. She sucked in a deep breath before shakily breathing out. Slowly she pushed herself up, the blankets sliding down to her lap as she sat up in her bed. She's been having odd dreams the past few days; such odd dreams. She felt a soft pile of fur nudge at her hand, followed by small whimper. She glanced towards her hand, Luna's purple orbs worriedly staring at her. A sigh tumbled from her lips as she absentmindedly began petting Luna, the dreams images playing through her mind.
What did those images mean? I mean they occur every single night for the past 3 weeks. Each image must have its own hidden meaning. It was all a puzzle waiting to be solved.
She sighed again, throwing the blankets off and throwing her legs over the side of her bed. She glanced at the clock, the digital numbers clearly marking 5 AM. "C'mon Luna, we need to get our day started before I decide to stay in bed all day." Luna stared at her as she walked towards the door, her eyes concerning. She swears that dog is way too witty for her own good. Regardless, she throws in a couple of more words to distract her best friend. "I'll give you treats~" She sang as she turned the corner into the hallway. Luna quickly jumped up from her sitting position, her tail wagging in a corybantic way behind her as she hastily made her way towards her. She chuckled at her friend's behavior. "Overgrown sized puppy." She called towards her. They traveled through the halls, turning each corner on instinct, the route towards the kitchen engraved into her mind like she's been living here her whole life.
She approached the kitchen, the usual chiefs cooking breakfast for the president's family. "Alright Luna, you wait here. I can't have your dog hair floating onto the food. You know the chiefs will over react like always."Luna huffed a little, annoyed at the chiefs but regardless sat on her hunches. She rolled her eyes at the reaction she received when the they first found a hair in one of the cooked eggs. They treated it like she had Luna throw up in their food, while the president was so forgiving. She found her way towards the small pantry made for the dogs, workers briefly missing her as she passed. She entered the small room, spotting the large jar of dog treats on the shelf at the very top.
"Ha! There you are, sneaky little bugs." She began to reach for them, her fingertips touching the cool glass of the jar. She huffed as she couldn't get them down, sighing. "Hmm..." She tapped her chin in thought, her eyes darting across the small pantry. In the bottom corner of the room was a small stool, exactly what she needed. "Aha!" She declared as She picked up the stool, setting it into place. She stepped on it, the stool giving her the large bost she need to reach for the treats. She quickly snatched them from their place on the shelf, stepping off stool. She smiled in triumph, before walking out of the small room. She stared at the dog treats, the sound of busy people quickly being dwindle away in her mind. However she barely took two steps before somebody ran into her, the jar being thrown into the air. She watched it as she reached for it, expecting it to shatter on the floor before it landed in somebody's hands. She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding before seeing the person that had caught it. She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms.
"Seems like fate babe." He grinned at her; She wanted to smack the self-absorbed smirk off that jerks face. "Leave me alone Thomas, I don't want to deal with your shit today." She gritted her teeth, annoyed by his presence already. "Why don't you kiss me already, all the girls want to." He sang. He was wrong. Although she did have to admit that he was quite attractive, his personality was absolute bull. She disliked him with a passion. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but take a hike." She took the jar from his arms beginning to walk away, however it just wasn't that easy. She was shoved back into the pantry, the other chiefs too distracted to notice. She was cornered as Thomas closed the door behind them.
He was pale, his black hair combed in the stereotype douche sorta way. He was wearing his usual chief attire, the only thing keeping him here. He was a famous chief, making him think he could have any girl he wants. The pure thought of it ticked her off. His eyes were a shade of brown, reminding her of shit that should be flushed down the toilet. Such a childish thought. He pushed her into a corner, one hand grabbing both of her wrist and pushed them onto the wall above her, trapping her. He took the jar from her, placing it onto one of the lower shelves. "Now have I ever told you how much I want you..." He brushed his hand across her cheek. She gritted her teeth." I told you to take a hike!" She declared and kicked him in the groin. She snatched the jar from the shelf, pushing the door open and darting across the room. Some of the workers stared after her, but then resumed their work. Thomas stood in the small pantry a pained expression on his face, "I will get that girl, no matter how much she rejects me."