Dream I

SCARLETT CORDELIA SLASHED ANOTHER NECK, the blood gushing out of the young girl, red and full of life, the peasant screamed, before falling in front of her feet. The mother looked at her daughter, her pale eyes sparked with not hope, but fear. Her daughter died in fear.

Fear.

The mother looked back at the killer, and whispered, "You complete coward. You're only afraid of what she'll do to you. You were a peasant, you were my daughter. You killed your sister. I'm ashamed of you, I'm ashamed to call you a Cordelia."

The killer, with her eyes brown and innocent, she grinned maliciously at her mother. "But, mummy, you can't possibly think that I'm a coward, darling, I kill whenever I please."

Remi Cordelia spat on her shoes, and the assassin looked at her in shock. The peasant spitting on the royal. Her eyes, once innocent and bright with fire, were now the eyes of a murderer, glazed with blood and a sickening hunger for death in her own hands. Unlike the purity of her family, with their pale eyes and pale skin, even though they are just merely peasants, with nothing left to offer. Scarlett thought she had so much more than her family, but she was wrong. Her family were the beginning of a dream, whereas she was the end to a nightmare.

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PHOEBE RAN OUT OF REHAB, WITH ONE SHOE AND A PACING HEART, her mind racing.

Her parents admitted her to rehab, since she was having those odd dreams, and kept on insisting that they were real. They were real, and they didn't stop.

Rehab didn't help her, she was just getting sick and more disgusting to look at, her once beautiful pale skin was now the texture and look of rubber, her eyes lost the hope, now they were just glazed and dull, her hands were dry and could not be back into the soft rate they were once before.

She looked up into the night sky, imagining the stars scattered across the night sky, hoping that she would be able to leave this disgusting world and find out what was up above.

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ALASTRINE GAVE THE NEW KING A LOOK OF PITY. He looked exactly like the others, with that arrogant smirk and the crown tipping carelessly over his skull, he was surely going to die.

The injudicious monarchy always looked for men with the same eye colour as the devil herself, hoping that he would be able to stop her.

Alastrine caught his eyes, the stupidity in his eyes were as real as the sincerity in her own, and she realized his were ice. The cold took over her warmth, and she choked, her knuckles white as she bent down to ground and suddenly freezing in the arid market. The fleas flying into her blood red hair disappeared with such quickness, it startled her.

She looked back at the king, with his sickening smile as he crouched down to the slave, tilting her chin up as she forced her eyes not to be captured by his beauty.

"Slave girls don't dare back," he whispered, his cold breath against her neck. "Well, let me be the first," she retorted, and he let go of her, and threw her to side, her head hitting a shelf, causing a pot to fall on her head. The injury was not major, since the slave was magic, but they just thought she was nothing, and a useless peasant, that was nothing to the world.

He smirked at the girl before leaving, and she felt the blood trickling down her forehead, only to realize it wasn't blood at all.

He turned around, astonished by the black liquid coming out of her skull.

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"DREAMER, PLEASE WAKE UP," said Xander, as he carefully poked Phoebe's cheek with a muddy stick. The mud slashed over her left cheek, and he carefully tried to clean it up with another stick, only to cause more of a mess. Darius glared at Xander, whispering, "You idiot- "

She stirred, and blinked twice, before screaming.

Xander stuffed the stick into her mouth, and Darius groaned, thinking how stupid it was to put the two men into a team.

Phoebe darted her eyes from the merman to the scarred figure, pulling the stick out. "W-where am I?" she demanded, looking incredibly silly with her fierce look, but lying limply on the ground.

Darius smiled at the girl, trying to make up for Xander's idiocy. He offered his hand, and without thinking, Phoebe grasped it as he pulled her up. "You're the Dreamer," he said, unfazed by Xander's annoyingly loud tail flipping. She cocked her head to the side, trying to figure out what he was saying. "A what?"

Xander glared at the two, and went underwater. "It'll be faster if we walk—er, while I swim."

Darius stuck his tongue out at Xander childishly, went closer to the turquoise ocean, and held out his charred hand for her to hold onto. She didn't take it this time, and instead, ran away screaming.

Darius groaned, and Xander looked at him from the waters, grinning. "Perhaps you can become a phoenix once more- "

He turned around slowly, surprise taking over his face. "You said something smart for once."

Xander laughed, and then realization flooded onto his face. "Hey!"

Darius already went up in flames, the flames of the sun leaving ashes as dark as the night.

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"I'M FRIGHTENED ABOUT WHAT YOU BECAME," said Sahana, looking at Lord Xalvador, as he wiped the black blood from his pristine hands on his bed sheet.

He smiled at his frail mother, and walked up to her. "Mother, I know what I'm doing," he said, clasping his cold hands around her own.

She looked up at his son, with the same eyes, calculating with precision as they slit icy scars. "You are using our magic for horrendous reasons. What are you going to do with that slave girl- "?

Every inch of his beautiful face was etched with utmost hatred and disgust. "The scum is going to rot."

"Because of her black blood?" Sahana asked, her eyes melting with softness and understanding.

"She's scum, mother how can you have a heart about this—wait, our hearts are frozen, how- "

Sahana touched her son's cheek, her soft fingers, but still cold, calmed him down. "The heart is just a muscle."

He looked at his mother, before uttering, "I suppose."

A scream of anguish came from the corridors.