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"Belief can be manipulated. Only knowledge is dangerous."

― Frank Herbert

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"HELENE SEELIE GALANE, wants me to go into her head?" Legion asked for the fiftieth time. Helene had counted every time he did.

Brenna smacked her head against the wall. "I think I kidnapped a pig instead of the prince. Let me go check."

"No, seriously. We had this whole fight over how I shouldn't go into her head-"

"Only when I ask for it," Helene muttered but her voice went unheard as he continued to talk.

"-and so I apologized and promised never to go in her head again. Why would you want me to go back there again?"

There was a terrible pause.

Slowly, Helene stood up properly from where she was leaning against the wall of her room and approached Legion very slowly. "I said only when I want you to. And right now, I want you to. Do you really think I'm going to scream at you for that?"

Legion watched her closely. Then, "Fine. What do you want me to see?"

"Raylan can tell you. Apparently, he can't keep his mouth shut about it," Cas suggested.

Legion turned to Raylan for the explanation. While he explained why they wanted him to go into her head, Helene thought back to her dream.

Remember.

The hissing voice in the pit seemed desperate, as if it wanted her to remember so it could finally be free. And then Grave had mentioned an unknown power. What if the unknown power was the hissing thing in the pit? But why would the dreams be coming to her? And if there was an unknown power, it would most likely be Asmodeus right? He was the King of Creatures anyway.

"...sure you want me to do this?" Legion was talking to her, his eyebrows narrowed in concern.

"Yes." Helene began to lay down on her bed. "At least I think I am sure. Just...be careful. And don't fall too deep into my head so you won't be able to come out."

Legion grinned. "Worried about me?"

"No." She gave him a look. "Worried for your head more like it."

He rolled his eyes, as if he truly knew what the meaning behind those words really were but he sat down beside her on the bed either way.

"Ready?"

Helene opened her mouth and then closed it. Then, as he was bringing his hands down, she said, "Wait."

"Yeah?" He sounded breathless with anticipation of going into her head, as if it was something exciting.

"Don't go down the pit."

Then his hands were on her and she was falling deep into the dark void, the endless sleep for eternity.

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THE SILENCE WAS deafening. The darkness was horrifying. And the hissing sent chills up Helene's spine. She was in there again, in her nightmare. She didn't know what was worse; reliving her horrible nightmare or being there in real life to really feel it. Or feel it in a manner of speaking and not be able to wake up until Legion let go. And if he fell in too deep, it would be the end of both of them. Him trapped in her mind and her trapped in her dream, not able to leave. And who knew whether there would be a way out of it? What if they got stuck in there forever?

"Helene?" A deep voice echoed loudly in the dark pit, feet hitting the ground with light thuds.

She turned around, searching for the voice. "Legion? Over here! Uhh...I don't know where exactly, but somewhere here. Like here but somewhere here. You get what I mean?"

There was a small snort of laughter and then came the reply. "Just keep talking."

Had Helene ever mentioned this before? She really didn't remember. But she was scared of the dark. Probably the first thing she was ever scared of. The constant fear of someone being able to kill you without a second thought or grab you without you knowing who the hell it is. Anything could happen in the dark. Good things or bad things. But Helene was hell bent on telling herself that the bad things outweighed the good.

"Umm...my favourite colour is red. Wait-no. I like orange better. No, red. Orange. Ugh, who cares? Uhh...what else?" Her voice wavered as something brushed her arm. "I'm about to die here all alone and pee my pants at the same time. Is that possible? Do you think I would be able to pee in my head? Ha! Just think about it. If I could literally go behind a rock-"

A hand clamped her left arm and pulled her closer until she hit strong muscles. Helene yelped pathetically, and tried to use her training to get free but the hold tightened.

"It's me." Legion whispered.

Helene froze.

Then sagged with relief.

"Thank god! Could you be a teeny tiny bit less scarier when you are approaching me in the dark? I mean, not that I'm scared-because that's just stupid-but like it's...um...weird?"

"You know you don't have to pretend-"

"Pretend? Pshaw. What's that-"

"Helene."

"I don't pretend. Well-not unless I have to. Like this one time I was drunk and this girl thought I was gay so she-"

"Hel."

"-literally dragged me upstairs to this large room and I was laughing the entire time. At the end she pushed me into-like into- the toilet because she thought I was mental-"

A hand clamped over her mouth and she instantly shut up.

"I know you are very, very scared of the dark and you can stop pretending." He paused and then added. "And don't worry. I won't tell anyone."

Helene let out a shaky breath and nodded into his hand. Slowly, very slowly, he took his hand away and whispered into her ear. "You are going to take us down the pit towards the hissing. Watch your step, my powers are trying to detect anything in your head in this place and so far nothing deep and powerful is there. So we have to go there and check for ourselves. Good idea?"

"H-how? It's so freaking dark in here...I c-can't. I'm sorry, I just can't-"

"What happened in your nightmare, Hel?" His voice wasn't accusing, but just genuinely curious.

Helene licked her cracked lips, trying to open her mouth and tell him when she felt him stroke her back...or was that her imagination? She was in her head, wasn't she?

"It's okay. You don't have to. But I have an idea." Trailing his fingers down her arm, he reached her hand, then her ice cold fingers. "Why don't you use your fire powers to bring us light in the cave?"

She suddenly began to shiver, shaking slightly. Her breath turned cold and her insides slowly began to melt with the fire in her body. The burning in her veins. Everything began to turn into ice, colder than the one in Cas.

"It's gone," she whispered, white puffs of hair floating out of her mouth and into the dark.

Legion said nothing as her silently intertwined his fingers with his. Silently telling her with his hands.

You'll get it back.

But would she really? Her worst nightmare was coming true, and there was no way to stop it. Not unless Legion let go.

Legion sucked in a deep breath. "Since we are in your head, why don't you imagine us a lamp? Or a flashlight?"

Helene turned her head towards his, her eyes widening. "Oh my god. Why didn't I think of that?"

Instead of saying something funny or a joke, he quietly squeezed her fingers.

She squeezed back.

Closing her eyes, Helene imagined flashlights in both of their hands. The feeling of them in her hand and the yellow light shining out of them as they navigate their way down the pit, to the hissing thing hidden beneath.

"Open your eyes," Legion said.

She opened them. And when she did, she looked down and there in her right hand was exactly the same flashlight she had imagined in her head, the perfect one.

"Wow," Helene breathed. "It actually worked."

"Yes," Legion admitted, still awe struck. "I never thought it would."

Helene cheerfully opened her flashlight and flashed it down the cave corridor. "Well, I guess anything is possible. How wonderful that is and how helpful it has been." Steadying herself, she tugged their joined hands towards the newly lit path and smiled up at Legion and said, "Shall we?

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