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I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.
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Or so was history told…
A lightning bolt streaked through the shady forests of Darkon. The sky was starless and the nightly air was moist.
“Have you finished her off?” A haunting voice gently echoes through the dense mist. “Yes, Shelid. Bobor will never bring harm to this world, or any other. Not from where she’s standing!” A deep second voice replied. It was a short overly weight man and the one he was talking to was an ominously thin woman. Strangely, they were both wearing clothes crossed between that of clowns, and court jesters.
Where am I? So familiar, but…
“Now that little sister Bobor is no longer here, what shall be our next destination?” The chubby man asked in a delighted tone. He was glowing with a sharp sense of pride. “I’m sorry… our destination?” The woman said darkly, the familiar spark of intelligence streaked gingerly through her eyes. There was a moment of silence, tension was building. The girl, who appeared to be a simple passerby, was at the wrong place at the seemingly wrong time.
Run. Run, now!
The girl screamed in her head, but she just couldn’t move. There was something about this that simply told her to stay-put. At first, the man seemed rather puzzled. But after finding himself drowning into his sister's eyes, he immediately (and finally) anticipated her melevolent intentions. “Sister, you…” The man’s eyes flared up with sudden anger and disbelief. Unfortunately, his sentence was cut short. He was flying through the air before he could even think of reacting. “Shelid, you monster… What have you done?!” He screamed furiously at the slender figure, now looming above him with a manic grin plastered onto her expression.
Think! Where have I heard this before?
“My dear brother… I’ve done nothing wrong! It is you who did it all for me.” Like it wasn't a hellish nightmare already, the woman dissolved into an intoxicating fume of purple mist. “Say goodbye to this world, and perish as I open a new era!” Shelid’s laugh echoed into the rupturing landscape. Everything was blurred by a shade of sinister black. The bystander stood among the bushes while the black mist consumed her, still unable to move.
Fading… fading…
Wake up, wake up, c’mon… Wake up!
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Another streak of lightning flashed. This time, its lights focusing into a room, briefly giving the place an eerie glow. The sudden reminisce of light lasted long enough to see a 13-year-old girl sleeping, her palms enclosed tightly into fists, while sweat drenching her light frame.
Thunder quickly followed after lightning.
Gasp. She sat up, very suddenly. More sweat poured from her face. She breathed heavily, her blank expression seemed to stare beyond the boundaries of darkness. Finally, after a moment or two of pure silence, her lips finally parted to mutter quivering words. “It was just a dream…” “Aimi,” A delicate voice came from a different bed to her left. “Are you okay?” It was her sister, “You look pale. Did you have a nightmare?” The little girl attempted to rub the sleep off her eyes, focusing through the dim lighting.
“Yeah, it was just a dream.” Aimi looked at the brewing storm outside, still shaken from her horrific nightmare. It all seemed so real. She looked back at her sister, managing a sheepish smile. It was strange, really. She didn't need to smile since her sister wouldn't even see it through the darkness. “I’m fine.” She wasn’t fine! But what else could she say? “OK, sure. Goodnight Aimi.” Michi shrugged and went back to sleep, burying herself in a bundle of colorful quilts. As soon as Michi’s head hit the pillow, Aimi could hear faint gurgling snores. Michi might have been young, but she wasn’t as innocent as she looked.
A knock came from the door. “Still up?” Aimi, already scared off her wits, jolted as the door creaked open. “Uncle Taro…” It took awhile before her eyes adjusted to the sudden light. Looks like he left the den light on. Still, she managed to know Uncle Taro cause’ of his ‘glittering’ head, as Michi would to say. “Yep, I’m still up.” She should’ve expected what her uncle was going to say next. “Ayi, are ya okay? Ya look like yav seen the ghost of Christmas past!” Ayi, that’s what her relatives call her, with Michi as an exception. “Yeah, I’m alright.” She lied. “Ayi,” He started to say, wearing a look of pure sceptically. “Don’t you dare fib to your Uncle Taro…” “Ok, ok.” She took another grasp of air, trying to recollect (though unwillingly) the images from her dream.
“I had a dream, I know it was just a dream, but I can’t help thinking…” She must’ve said it really fast, cause’ it eventually caught Taro's concern. “A dream ya say? Well Ayi, watcha’ waitin' for? Tell meh bout’ it.” Aimi gave a cheesy grin.
Aimi sat up, too hyped to feel her chasing slumber. She told him everything: About the creepy conversation in the woods, a plan placed into action, and the woman melting into shadow.
“And what creeps me out, is the fact that I remembered it so clearly, so detailed.” Aimi stared. She stared at the images she keeps running in her head. Those people, they were surely familiar. “Uncle, remember those legends about the three clown deities? You know… Iblis, Shade and Bubble?” Now that she was out of that hellish nightmare, the girl could clearly guess who those people were. “Coarse’ I du Ayi, but their justa bunch of humbug fairytales! Well Ayi, its just dreams right? Now go ta bed. It’s a big day tomorrow…” The burly man hobbled his way towards the exit. The door creaked and chimed as he closed it.
Darkness and silence returned, creating conditions which made it all too well to think. It was quiet. Well, maybe except for Michi’s snores and the thunderous rain outside.
“Tomorrow is my graduation from vagrant school. I shouldn’t worry about that stupid dream! Ha, I’m just scaring myself…” She gingerly looked at the storm outside, serene and destructive all at once. True. It was just a dream. But the last time she turned away from a dream like that… Someone died. She knew she could only hope that this wasn’t one of those dreams.
The storm stirs lightning, wind, rain, and uprooted some frail trees outside. Yet, Aimi could hear nothing as she drifts into a mellow state of unconsciousness.
(PS: Uncle Toru speaks in a strange Scottish accent.) 00c; Eh, if no one reads this, I'm deleting it. -.-
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