Dreamer: The Rise

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

What would you do if your world was lost, if there was fear at every turn and happiness only lasted until the next attack? Tamare Fay lives in that kind of world. She has never fit in, not in her village and certainly not with her family. But when evrything seems like it is lost she might have the power to do one thing many can't...dream. And when Dreamers are rare and true love is even rarer, can she find both?

Chapter 1 (v.1) - Dreamer: The Rise

Submitted: July 13, 2010

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Chapter 1
He stood over me and he smiled, my hand gripping his, is this real? The sun was creeping over the horizon slowly awakening the creatures of the land. Rays of sun shone through clouds turning the sky brilliant shades of orange, pink and red. My sensitive eyes opened slightly noticing the morning sun painting lines over my face, I moaned, morning and with the sunrise he was gone. The features of his face swirled with the colours around me. The sounds of a forest filled my ears, the waves of a distant ocean. Another day came, another dream gone. That is how my life always was living in the lands I dreamt at night. A land where the real world fell away and anything was possible, where the wind would tickle and speak into your ear and tell you the secrets of the world. Or you could fly to the ocean and back to the edge of the world in a single flap of your powerful, yet dainty wings. In this world you could have a tea party with clever manatees and sly foxes in top hats, bow ties and tuxes. But when I woke up, my alluring land was gone with the rays of sun. I was left behind in a harsh place where no one understood. This place was never as simple as my dreams. The wind never told me secrets, the animals would never have tea with me, and I could never fly, time stood still. But I had to keep going, so I could dream another night and visit the enchanting land once more.
I opened my eyes more, this was a different place. My heart started to quicken. Where... am... I? I lifted my torso up and looked around. What...am I doing here? I was in a clearing surrounded by evergreen trees all their trunks identical in size. Straining my neck I looked up, only to see the canopy on the forest made up of the evergreen branches. I tried to see where I had come from, andhow I had got here, but the bushes and shrubs between the trees were all the same to me. There were no footprints, no broken branches to help me indicate where I had come from, I was lost. My hands drifted over the tops on the decaying leaves on the ground. Maybe it was the sun, or maybe it was my imagination, but the leaves looked like flakes of gold decorating the ground. I let a shiver run through me. Why did I leave home? I scanned the clearing again hoping to find answers, there was none. Remember, I willed my foggy brain to think, you were there... what happened? Slowly images started coming back; running, branches scratching my body tearing at my clothes, laughter echoing in the woods, and fear coursing through my mind. Who was there? Who was coming? Where was I going? I shook my head fiercely, trying to clear my thoughts. The village, where is the village? I wrinkled my brow in concentration. Then it came to me, the realization like a bolt of lightning in my mind cutting through the fog and waking me up fully... the night stalkers. I gulped, the laughter it was them. The dogs, the screams, the shadows on the village, ghosts of death; they attacked now I remembered. My mother shouting, “RUN! TAMARE! RUN!” And then her shriek, but I was too far, I remembered, too far to turn and see what happened, too far too help... A lone tear fell down my cheek, Mother. I still saw the shadows the creatures that came out of the forest. They looked more dead than alive, skeletons of animals held together by rubbery skin and black as the night itself. Where was I going? I staggered around the houses trying to find somewhere safe. The village was chaotic, our men trying to fight the beasts, women and children running. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw my father with his axe. He was standing near the gate of the village along with several other men. One of the night stalkers jumped in from of him, barring its fangs. This one looked to me like a wolf, but without any fur it was hard to tell. You could see every bone in its body that was covered black translucent skin. It growled at him it’s burning red eyes glaring at my father with death in its eye, but it was too slow, my father brought down his axe decapitating the thing. My eyes went big; I wanted to look away but I couldn’t. But there was nothing to see, no blood came from the creature not even a drop. The rest of its boney body fell to the ground, like the strings that had been keeping it standing had been cut. I wrenched my eyes away from the scene and followed my mother’s instructions: I ran.
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