Sandra walked slowly through the abandoned camp ground, hugging
her arms tightly around herself trying to fight off the cold. She
looked around. the night was dark, darker then possible.
The dream was frightening and realistic enough to scare even the
toughest person. but Sandra wasn't afraid, she has had this dream
before, many times really. The first time she had it she nearly
peed her PJ's. it was a couple of years ago. But the scariest
thing about it was that this dream had a voice that spoke to her.
it happened by the lake on the pitch black camp ground. it told
her about a car crash, A car crash that her parents would die in.
she did not believe it,
that was a big mistake.
Two weeks later her parents never came back from the movies. She
was thirteen then and was home alone. When the cops came they had
to explain to her what had happen. She had cried, mostly because
none of her relatives would take her and if they did want her
they where moved out of the country. So she had moved in to a
foster care house for girls. No one really liked her there, most
girls didn't even know their parents. others were taken away from
them. She was one of the very few that had a good life before
moving in. The next time she had the dream she listened, and she
has listened ever since.
Sandra walked normally to the lake, she could hear creaks and
moans every once and a while but she shrugged it off. she had
this dream way to may times to be afraid of it anymore. Sandra
turned the corner and stepped onto the clod white beach on the
lakes shore. The lake looked the same as always dark and tar
like. But as she looked closer she realized that it wasn't like
"it's moving!" breathed Sandra, the lake was in fact moving. In
the middle of the tar lake was a whirlpool that swirled its way
to the bottom of the lake. Sandra was about to turn around and
leave when she heard the voice.
"your fate lays close, go inside." It said calmly. Sandra
wondered what it meant by go inside, buther thought was
soon answered. From the center of the whirlpool a narrow path
formed, pushing all the water aside, leading to the center of the
lake. Sandra looked at it.
These stairs were leading down to the bottom of the lake like
they where waiting under the water all those years. Even though
they where just under the lake the path was dry and the lake
water was held up like walls, unmoving.
Sandra hesitated but only for a moment before she toke a careful
step, then another, and another down the strange stairs. after
all it was just a dream, so she thought.
"so far, so good," she mumbled under her breath. She walked down
a couple more steps. Sandra looked behind her, every thing was
the same. So with the cost clear Sandra slowly made her descent
down the narrow stairs. She finely worked her way to the end of
the path and the middle of the lake. She looked behind her, she
was startled to see that the stairs were gone. Now the black tar
water was surrounding her on all sides. She grunted in
frustration, this could only happen to her…
"little one look around you," said the little voice in her
head, Sandra obeyed. She looked around, all she saw was still
water. "In the sky, look in the sky". Sandra looked and
soon retargeted it. as if this dream couldn't get any worse!
Now I have huge birds fighting over head! Sandra sighed, she
never did get a brake in these dreams. Wondering when the dream
would end Sandra sat down and watched the two big birds fight, as
she watched she noticed one bird was jet black and the other snow
white. She looked closer when the fight got a little closer,
trying to determine the species of the birds. But she soon she
saw they were not birds but people!
"wow!" Sandra whispered not trying to be heard, it didn't work
both bird people looked down at her. she stared hard at them she
could tell that they were both boys and were probably a year
older then her about 17ish. She looked a little harder and
realized that they weren't really white and black, but were
wearing black and white clothing and had white and black wings.
She also realized that they were holding swords, the white winged
boy held a long silver sword with a ruby holder. But the black
winged boy held a sword that had golden swirls looping down the
silver blade and had a black holder.
"well brother we have a witness for your defeat," the white boy
said, his voice was quit smooth and soothed Sandra. his voice
is like magic Sandra thought wanting nothing more but to hear
more of his voice.
the other one just stared at her with piercing eyes. She tried to
look away but couldn't, she was stuck in his gaze. The boy that
had just spoken looked at both of them and realized that this was
a good chance to attack his brother. With a powerful beat of his
snow like wings he leaped forward and battered his brother. The
sword that he had just held, fell out of his hands and into the
small water prison that Sandra was held in. Sandra looked at the
sword, it shimmered in its own light that it gave off. she tore
her eyes away from the sword and to the black winged boy, he was
looking at her and then to his brother. he was still in shock.
But his brother wasn't, he was beating his wings hard towards her
and the sword.
Grab the sword before it is to late! Yelled the voice, she
had thought had abandoned her. with out hesitation she ran
forward and grabbed the sword. As she did so a strong gust of
wind blow her long brown hair around her face. the white winged
boy stopped dead in his tracks, or flight, and the black winged
boy just stared in disbelieve. Sandra didn't see this she only
saw the sword, the sword that was slowly melting into her hand,
and into her. it looked like light that she was soaking into her
skin more then It did like melting metal.
She tried to scream but she couldn't, hard as she tried the
scream wouldn't come out. So she watched in silent terror as the
sword melted into her hand and moved throughout her body. It
didn't hurt, she could barley feel it. but it still scared her.
finely the last of the sword disappeared into her body, she
screamed then loud and hard. When she was done she feel to her
knees and looked at her hands. they were tingly but looked the
same, kind of tan but just a little so they weren't pale. Sandra
stood shakily, lags shacking she looked around. The boys where
still there the white winged one had this foul smile on his face
the other completely unable to read.
"what's happening?!" Sandra yelled at them, shaken to the bone.
"Sleep……" the voice said. Sandra wondered why it said
sleep if she was asleep but only had a moments thought before
collapsing on the ground and was fast asleep.