Hi, everyone! Here is today's chapter. I'm pretty proud of this one. I'm pretty sure that everyone will get what everything symbolises but it's still fun to watch the characters try to figure it out, right?

Panakeia: Asgore and Toriel are not in an arranged marriage, even though that probably is a thing in the monster world. I might reveal the reason why if I get a chance in this story. If you're wondering about this because of the "we'll have a peaceful reign together" line, Asgore was referring to their reigh as king and advisor. If you're talking about the whole dance scene, that's just Toriel and Asgore being awkward twelve year olds who have no idea what subtlety means.

DauntlessAngel11: It will get much worse. Trust me.

Anyway, here's the chapter for today:

November 5, 170 A.E.

Entry #18

I had the strangest dream last night. I do not usually record my dreams, but I think this one may have been prophetic.

I was in a field of red flowers. Two kids I did not recognize played in the field. They were making chains of flowers and placing them on each other's necks. One child was a boss monster. The other was human. They looked about eight years old.

I approached them. They did not pay attention to me, but as I got closer I noticed more details about them. The human child wore a poncho and had a spear lying beside her. The monster child wore a gold crown and had a trident lying beside him. He looked like me, but not quite.

The monster child took a red flower and ripped a heart shaped petal from it, rubbing the soft velvety petal between his fingers. Then he ripped another. Then another. The human child looked up in outrage and attempted to snatch the flower from him. For a few moments, they grappled. Then the human child ripped the flower from the monster child's hands, tearing several of the petals in the process. She turned away. The monster child crumbled into dust.

I yelped and ran towards them, but the dust rose and shifted back into another child. The red flowers turned yellow. When the two kids turned around, they looked different. They wore matching green and yellow sweaters. They each had a heart-shaped locket hanging from a metal chain around their neck. The monster child still looked like me, but he was not the same child from before.

I took another step forward, and they finally seemed to notice me. The monster child laughed and spread his arms out for a hug. The human child smiled and buried their face into the bunch of flowers they have picked.

"Monsters should not suffer in the hands of humans," the human child said, their voice muffled by the flowers.

"I will help you," the monster child said, "I am the prince of the angels."

The two kids looked at each other and said in unison, "We will free us all."

The golden flowers started to spread up their bodies. The human child sat there calmly and let the blossoms grow. The monster child, however, started to panic. He tried to tear away from the vines and leaves, screaming sounds that were inaudible to me. It did not work. For every flower he ripped off his body, three grew in their place. I tried to help, but no matter how much I ran, I could not reach them.

The blossoms eventually covered both of the kids and withered away, leaving nothing behind. Then, in the human child's place, another human child appeared. Instead of a green and yellow sweater, this child had a blue and purple one. A bandage peeked out from the collar of their sweater and they held a stick. They squinted so much I couldn't see their eyes. They were covered in bruises and cuts.

"Are you alright?" I asked. The child flinched and waved their stick around before realizing who was talking to them. They burst into tears. They looked so sad. I could not help but wrap them in a hug. Immediately they hugged me back.

Suddenly, white-hot pain seared through my chest. I pushed the child away and felt blood trickling down my body. I looked at the child again. Their stick had turned into a dagger. They opened their eyes and gave me a wide smile. Their eyes were bright red. Just like Paz. Moments later their eyes widened in shock and they reached out to me in despair. No matter how hard they tried, they could not reach me.

As I felt myself crumble to dust, I woke up. I gasped and clutched my chest and lay in my bed shaking for what seemed to be hours before I realized that I was not dying.

I suppose it is already the next day, although it will not be morning for another several hours. I should really get to sleep again if I do not want to fall asleep in class, but after that dream, I do not think I can fall asleep again.

I am writing by a very small flame that I have conjured. Even though we are separated by a curtain, if my side of the room gets too bright, I will most definitely wake Toriel up.

Mother once told me that normally the faces in your dreams are all faces you have seen before. The only time where that is not the case is when you are having a prophetic dream, where the dream predicts the future.

I did not recognize any of the children I saw in my dream, although I think now they will be seared in my mind forever. (If not all of them, then at least the child who killed me-I will never forget the face of the child who killed me.) This was most definitely a prophetic dream. These kinds of dreams need a lot of deciphering. I do not know what any of this dream means, although maybe Toriel can help me figure it out. I suppose I should tell her in the morning.

Toriel is stirring. I think it's all the light. I will put off the flame now and try to go to sleep.

~Asgore

Everything in history is the start of an echo in the future, and everything in the future is an echo of something in the past. You may scour your history books in search of these echos and try to end them. But no matter how much you try, those who participate in history will always be doomed to repeat it.

Remember that ideally, four inches of concrete is usually enough to shelter people from the fallout of a small atomic bomb!

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~Pandora