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Author's Note: Thanks to Taurus Pixie, and their unknown inspiration with their one-shot: Dreams of Demons. It got me dreaming well.
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Big brown eyes stare at the Heart of Kandrakar, the necklace laying innocently it's glowing pink orb bring a tiny smile to her lips. Short lived as she looks to her closed bedroom window, once again guilt eats away at her soul.
"Matt, I'm sorry."
Hollow silence is crushing her heart. Pointing the Heart of Kandrakar near her closed bedroom door. The bluish Fold appears in front of her, biting her lower lip debating now as it floats there. Blows a piece of her red bob-cut hair out of her face.
"I need him."
The 13 year old Guardian leader, leans into the Fold. "CALEB!" She shouts as loud as she can. At her beck and call, Queen Eylon's most loyal guard, Will's boyfriend smirks as his leaps out the Fold from Meridian to his Will's bedroom floor. Before he can voice his concern, dark green eyes lock with her big brown ones. Clinging to his strong frame, arms wrap around his neck. He embraces her tightly, whispering sweet nothings in her right ear.
He leans out the hug kissing her forehead, the 15 year royal guard gently leads Will to her bed. They sit on her unmade bed.
"Will, together we'll get them back. If Sharon comes near you again, my sword will be the last thing he sees."
"Are you sure about that?!" Caleb glares as said dark angel of hatred smashes into Will's window. His big black feathered wings flutter, golden full faced mask still makes impossible to know his next moves. Snake like black dreads dance behind his head.
"My sweet Will. . . Your hatred hasn't stopped. No longer loving Matt still you hate my existence for that I thank you." He slightly turns to Caleb practically growling at him.
"Amusing, you're still jealous of her former feelings. Please do fear that ever growing hatred." His pure white eyes look down to see Will gripping Caleb's right hand with own smaller right.
"Keep being smug, you won't win this war. I'll save Matt from you and beg for his forgiveness."
"Oh sweet Will, your hatred is intoxicating." Shagon purrs in delight of the energy he gets from her raw emotions. Caleb charges sword at the ready. Shagon punches him in coming. Smashes him into the far, Will rushes over to help up.
Dark chuckles make her glare murderously, "Sweet Will. . . do let your boy toy go. I won't break him. . . much."
"No Will, please love calm down." Caleb harshly pulls her into his chest, their lips meet tenderly.
IN HER BEDROOM. . .
Sighs escape her, rolling closer to Caleb's right side. His dark green eyes glance down at her pouty face.
"Hey, bad dream?"
"No. Not anymore."
THE END!
