Dream I

THE WAR WAS RAGING OUTSIDE, as Sahana looked out of the window, her purple robes trailing behind her, her chin pointed up high as she saw her kind fighting fire with fire.

Ice with Ice, to be exact.

The delirium in the bloodshed was mighty, with the execution of assassins and the colour of red, blue, black, purple, gold, blue, white, green blood across the street.

Blood was an assorted colour in dreams, determining who you are and what you'll be.

Black blood was the colour of the devil.

Red blood was the colour of the pure.

Gold blood was the colour of the poor.

Purple blood was the colour of the alchemists.

Blue blood was the colour of the cold.

Green blood was the colour of the naturalists.

Pink blood was the colour of the free.

White blood was the colour of the empty.

Brown blood was the colour of the normalities.

The Faye looked around, her robes swishing as she picked up the gold dagger, jeweled with emeralds.

She put the tip of the knife on her wrist, pointing it directly on her blue veins.

Pulling the dagger down, making a line of black blood, dark as ink and the sky.

She cried, her arm trembling in fright and she dropped the knife, while the sound echoed across the room.

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PHOEBE RAN AWAY TO THE MARKETS. Phoebe was tired of running away from her problems. Running away didn't make you feel free or give you the taste of rebellion.

It was cowardly.

Who do you think you, to be running away, only to cause pain and heartache? Do you get any value from that? What is the point, if you cannot face the problems of life on your own?

Phoebe sighed and shut her eyes. She tried to forget about everything and decided to focus on herself for a change.

I am Phoebe Lucero Rigel.

I am in an unknown land.

The taste of swamp lands and mud is still planted onto my lips, feeling utterly revolting.

What is this land? Did I travel here by dreams...correct?

A Phoenix, with familiar, piercing brown eyes perched on her shoulder and ruffled its magical feathers against her cheek, taking her to reality.

She looked at the Phoenix warily as she spoke. "I know who you are."

The Phoenix gave out a cry of delight as it jumped from her shoulder to the ground, and the rays of the star beamed on him, causing him to go up in spectacular flames.

She gasped and put her hand over her mouth. It was a reflex; the girl has seen too many horrible things for a lifetime.

Then a man stood up, smiling mischievously at her. He was covered in ash, but at least he was clothed.

She scowled at him, her eyebrows furrowed together. "You're not helping matters."

"How do you expect me to 'help matters' if you won't let me?" he retorted, his smile fading.

"WHAT IS THIS PLACE?!"

He laughed. "Close your eyes."

She felt unsure about closing her eyes, with no protection against a magical creature. She kept her eyes wide open, daring Darius.

"Do you want to know the answer? Then close your damn eyes, woman."

"Technically I'm seventeen; you can't call me a woman just yet- "

"Close. Your. Eyes."

She closed her lids slowly, wanting to open them again, fearing his power. His touch could as well be lethal, like the all the others.

"Imagine the dessert," he said, his voice fading as she concentrated on a dessert, the smell of sand going up to her nose and the hope for an oasis.

She opened her eyes and looked around, the feeling of sand on her bare foot, and the endless miles of sand, so many paths, it almost seems impossible to find food.

Darius looked at her from a cloud, waving. She looked up, startled to see him floating around. "H-how did I do that?"

"You're the Dreamer," he said, a mixture of jealousy and happiness on his ashy face.

"What do you mean by 'Dreamer?'" she asked, startled by the stars falling from the cloud, melting unrealistically on the ground, mixing with the minerals of the dessert, turning into gold. "How- "

"In Dreams, anything is possible," he said, throwing her a star. She caught it in her hands, and looked at it, confused about why it isn't burning her.

"The Dreamer is someone who can walk into the dreams...especially our dreams. The wonder in the Dreams is infatuating, but everything has its chaos."

"I can control you?" she asked, bewildered.

"No, you're not that big of blasphemy, you can just enter our dreams. And transport. But everyone can do that," Darius scoffed, now changing to stars to rain and floated over to Phoebe.

A downpour of water descended from his fluffy cloud, onto her head. The water smelt fresh and new, unlike the sewer waters that experience at home. She stomped her foot in protest and walked away from the cloud.

He inched closer to her, and she gave him a glare. "Don't you dare- "

He grinned and zoomed away, leaving her to scream, "COME BACK!"

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THE KING LOOKED MENACINGLY AT ALASTRINE, as the young witch tried to detangle herself from the golden cuffs around her wrists.

"Be glad that I used gold on you. The colour of the brave," he laughed and bent down to her length. "But also, the colour of the poor," he whispered, and she looked at him in disgust.

"Do you have any dying wishes?" Lord Xalvador asked, lining his finger against the blade of the sword, looking at the previous blood of the unworthy, and put his finger up to his lips, smelling the blood. "Disgusting. I don't even know why those peasants bother," he said, hatred and sarcasm dripping.

She spat at his feet, and faced his blue eyes, not caring about how much pain it caused her. "You will get killed by her."

He recoiled from her, wanting to slap her for spitting at him, but he knew that his mother wanted him to be kind. "Only time will tell. So unfortunate that you won't be able to live that long," he said, teasing her by making circles with the sword on her neck.

"It's a fight for justice, and I won't die in the hands of you."

He jabbed the sword into her back.