Epilogue
All dreamers must dream.
The boy ran through the forest, his breath visible in the frosty air before him. Branches tore at his clothes and face, but he was in too much of a rush to care or even notice. He cleared the forest, skidding to a halt at the cliff in front of him. Below the cliff, the gray ocean crashed into dagger-sharp rocks. He turned around, eyes wide in fear. The forest was eerily silent, except for the boy's labored breath. There was no moonlight or starlight to see by because storm clouds obscured the sky. A flash of lightning briefly illuminated his silhouette, and then, it was dark again. The wind collected at his feet, wild and unsure. His eyes darted around, searching for any movement in the darkness of the woods. "Come out and fight me!" he yelled, his words echoing through the void of silence. Then, a haunting laugh pierced it, and he took a fighting stance, the wind growing in intensity.
"Poor child. All alone." A figure darted in and out of his peripheral vision, but every time the boy turned to face it, there would be nothing. "You are their leader. You are their savior. Why aren't you fighting me?"
"Because I can't see you, coward," he hissed, the wind climbing up into his hands. That laugh rang out again, and the boy shuddered.
"It's not cowardice. It's subterfuge." Then an inky tendril wrapped around the boy's ankle and yanked him to the ground. The wind blasted out from around him with a boom, and he rubbed his head where he'd hit it against the rock. Then his eyes went wide when he saw what had tripped him. Standing above him was what at first appeared to be a normal human, but at close range he could see that it wasn't human at all. The person, from their voice, was presumably a female, and the figure mirrored that. However, that was the only thing he could make out. The person seemed to be made out of shadow. The only color was on her eyes, two large white ovals, and three red stripes on the right side of her face, running from her jaw to her eye. Then she grinned, and he could see jagged teeth spreading from ear to ear. Literally. The scariest part of her, though, was that he recognized the silhouette. She laughed again and kicked. The boy went tumbling over the cliff, his scream snatched away by the wind. On the cliff, the girl just watched and laughed.
The witch awoke with a jolt. Hands shaking on the covers, it took her a moment to register where she was. Glancing around, she let out a quaky sigh and rubbed her eyes. The moon shone into her window, assuring her that her dream wasn't real. No clouds, no forest, no cliff. No screaming boy. She fell back onto her pillow, burying her face into the fuzz. Then she bolted up, remembering why the dream had scared her so. Her dreams had always been nightmares, one of the cons of being a magic-user, but that night's was different. There were no spiders, no ghosts or zombies, no quicksand, no plants that dragged her into swamps and drowned her. That night, she hadn't just seen the dream from a distance.
She was the killer.
/You'd never think a girl so beautiful could be so cold a killer./ ;) Don't you just hate a good cliffhanger? I know I do. Like I said, the sequel is gonna take a while, but stay with me. I'll try not to dissapoint. :D No need to leave a review for such a short chapter, but if you want to, feel free.