A lone figure stood at the top of the hill. It was a man of the shorter size with blonde hair, amber-brown eyes and a round face.
The wind howled through the endless grassy plains laying below him, moving his dark green hooded cloak edged with red closed in the front with a golden leaf chain, revealing a brown leather-like skinny trousers and green tunic with white swirls pattern. On his hands were ornament bracelets, and on his side was a sword.
Epic mountain terrains surrounded the entire area on one side of the valley, surrounded by wide open skies, where clouds slid across the blue sky. The sun's rays bounce off the lakes and then suddenly disappear. Faint lights peek out of the clouds, which then fall on these lakes, making them glitter and glitter like a glittering jewel.
There was a deep grunting sound and the man turn.
He came face to face with big and bulky reptilian creature with four short legs and a long tail. The head of this creature was similar to turtle, with two horns growing to the side and forward, like a yak, and a single horn growing atop middle of the skull. It also boasted a row of spines along its back, with smaller ones scattered on its bronze back too. It has very large wings that are positioned close to the middle of its body.
The man smiled, lift his hand and pat the creature's nose.
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She liked these dreams. They were happy and she can actually sleep during them.
Usually, when she goes to bed, all of people's tragedies that she've heard during the day come through her mind again. There was so much pain in this world.
But during those dreams, she can actually see again. Just during those dreams, she sees the beautiful colors she last saw like a child.
And the creatures she saw during them. They are so beautiful, so majestic, so elegant.
She dreamed about them from her youth and met people who know about them more than her.
She may be blind because of one of them, but she doesn't blame neither of them.
She knows it was an accident.
And she came to know them because of it, so it's something she is grateful for.
These people taught her so much. They were differed from others that came to her. Their presence was calm and happy.
That was one of reasons she gave them her only child. She didn't want her child to grow up in this cruel and sad world. With them, in their world, her child will not know so much cruelty and struggles.
And her child comes back to her, to visit her. Trying to convince her to come with him. And she wants, she wants it so much.
But she can't.
The people of this world need her.
Her adopted children need her.
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An older man and young boy are hunting and camping in the forest. They are both armed with silver bullets, and they are trying to hunt down something. That something turns out to be a woman in ragged clothes and mane of messy hair. It was obvious that she had been in the woods for some time.
The older man lure the woman towards the boy, but when he does, the boy hesitates on killing her. The time gives the woman the opportunity to send fire towards the boy, but the older man saves him and kills the now revealed witch, burning his arm in the process.
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The old, blind woman awoke with a shout of fear.
Death and misfortune is nothing new for her. She was aware of the date of her dear husband's death, as well as the date of her own death.
But this was different.
She had never witnessed it in colorful dreams; they were reserved for them.
She doesn't like it. Fear grows inside her for her dear friends and child.
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Girl with light skin, bright brown eyes, lots of bushy brown hair stood before gates of a very beautiful and well designed multi-storied Victorian mansion painted with clear and bright, white color for the walls.
The exterior was surrounded by numerous Greek wooden pillars with high ceilings and a wooden gray-colored porch surrounding the front and sides of the mansion, and the doorway was accompanied by two huge Victorian wall lamps.
Lush, green grasses with a few trees surrounded the mansion, and dark, metal beautifully designed fences situated around the gardens. On the left side of the mansion was a more spacious part of the lawn where with an old fountain situated in its center.
The girl itself was wearing a v-neck brown sweater over a white turtleneck with black leggings and white sneakers.
On the sidewalk next to her was a suitcase and a big wicker cat basket.
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The old woman woke up again.
She was glad she hadn't dreamed of another witch hunt.
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Tall, thin and gangling boy with bright red hair, freckles, a long nose and big hands and feet was standing behind the table on which was an open book.
He was repeating some words alongside with the hand movement.
When nothing happened, his face shifted into panic.
He turned page of the book and tried again.
When again nothing happened, the tears started flowing from his eyes and he shifted his gaze on the fairly tall, lean-built young man with peach skin, brown eyes and long orange hair with white and dark blue streaks which was tied up by a black ribbon in high tangled braid.
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The old woman was really glad she hadn't witnessed another death in her dreams.
The struggles and tragedies of her everyday visitors are quite enough, there are hundreds of them after all.
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Small and lean boy with a thin face, knobbly knees, black messy hair, and bright green eyes beyond square glasses with tinted small crystals in frames stood before a big pile of wood.
There were many pumpkins, gourds, apples and black candles lying around the pile.
He was wearing stunning feather cape with black feathers, and large draping hood.
On the big stone nearby was feather headdress and deer leather mask.
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Then she felt a presence.
It was calm, joyful, and happy.
The person smelled like forest, morning dew, and ash.
She knows who it was.
He was not there in long time.
"Hello, my dear. It was a long time since you come to visit. How is mine precious child? Did something happen?"
The cold breeze hit her face one last time and shadow fall upon her.
She could feel the tall body lean over her.
"Vangelia. It really was a long time. Don't worry, your child is alright. More than alright, if I can tell. And something is telling me that next time he came to visit he will not be alone." answered calm, jovial, youthful voice.
"Is that so? Someone special?" asked the old woman, now named Vangelia.
"In the manner of speaking."
"Is that so? Maybe I will dream about it."
"That would ruin the surprise, my dear." came the joyful answer.
"I would welcome that dream. I had some worrying ones recently." said Vangelia worriedly.
"Is that so? The tragedies catch you even in your colorful dreams now?" sorrowful voice came from next to her now.
"The colorful dreams were reserved for your people so far. That, is what scaring me the most, Soraichi."