"Mitchell, wake up."

Mitch groaned as the familiar voice spoke. He could feel a numb pain on his back, and from one of his wings. The last thing he remembered was flying in the storm. There was a bright flash... and so much pain.

He opened his eyes to see that he was once again in the gray space, the soft breeze once again present. He also noticed that there was someone standing a few feet away from him, and Mitch quickly recognized him as the copy of him from his last time in the gray space.

Mitch pushed himself up into a sitting position, looking wearily at the other version of himself, the Mitch made up of the white light mirroring the weary look that Mitch was wearing. Like before, there wasn't a pair of wings on the copy's back, but now, Mitch noticed, the copy's eyes were made up of a blood red light, blazing like a fire.

Mitch growled, narrowing his eyes as he stood up, ignoring the small prickles of pain along his back. "Who are you?"

"I've told you before." The light Mitch said, with no emotion in his voice, which had a ghostly echo to it. "I am you."

"But you can't be!" Mitch yelled, "How can there be two of me?!?"

The copy shook his head. "There is only one of you. We are one and the same, you just don't see it yet. I don't even truly exist. I am just a figment of your mind, bound to this dreamscape... "

"What the hell are you talking about?!??" Mitch growled angrily. He spread out his wings, ready to fly away, but that's when he noticed that something was... off about them. He could feel a small pain when he moved them, but when he grabbed one and pulled it towards him, he couldn't see damage to them.

"It is time." The light Mitch said in a grim tone of voice.

"Time for what?" Mitch said, the curiosity in his voice contrasting with his look of anger.

The copy smirked. Mitch didn't know why, but the crooked grin on his copy's face sent shivers down his spine, and he could feel his wings shift nervously behind him.

"The white-winged warrior has fallen, and the raven's time draws nearer." The light Mitch said, the smile disappearing from his face as he continued. "You can't save him. He is going to die. He must die. Just as the white-winged warrior fell from the skies in a mighty flame, the black- haired raven will die. But, with the death of the raven, the dulled star will be able to once again find its light, and the two fallen will once again rise."

Mitch felt his heart skip a beat. That's the voice. The one I've been hearing when I fall in my other dreams. It was the light the whole time...? Or... was it me? Dammit! I'm sick of this!

"Just tell me who it is!!!" Mitch yelled, fury resonating in his voice. "The black-haired raven!!! Who is it?!?!?"

The light Mitch just stared back, and to Mitch's surprise, a look of anger appeared on the copy's face. He watched as the copy raised his right hand, and a small ball of white light appeared in it. The ball of white light had rings of different colored shimmers revolving around it. Mitch gasped, recognizing the ball of light from his last dream, remembering the copies of his friends that the shimmers around it had created.

The light Mitch slowly closed his hand, and the light disappeared. Mitch watched in curiosity as a menacing red light crawled up the copy's arms, replacing the calming white. The copy's hoodie had turned a different color as well, the white hoodie becoming a dark, almost black, shade of red. The twisted grin reappeared on his face, and he glared at Mitch, his red eyes seeming to burn even brighter.

In the blink of an eye, the light Mitch ran forward, and before Mitch could react, the copy tackled into him, sending them both rolling onto the ground. Mitch tried to get the copy off of him, and managed to toss the light Mitch off of him.

Mitch stood, and so did the copy. Mitch, not giving the other a chance to react, ran toward the copy, and aimed a punch for his head. But, his punch went right through the light Mitch, as if the copy were a ghost. So he can hit me... but I can't hit him?!? Yeah, that's fair! Mitch thought angrily.

The copy, visibly angry, brought up his knee and swiftly kneed the surprised Mitch in his stomach, making him stumble back. The copy quickly delivered a swift kick to Mitch's chest, making Mitch fall back onto the ground, the winded Mitch trying to catch a breath. The light Mitch put a foot on Mitch's chest, keeping him from getting up.

"Get off!" Mitch yelled, struggling to get the copy off of him.

The light Mitch didn't respond, instead reaching down and tightly gripping Mitch's right wing with one hand. He used his other hand to keep Mitch held down. "There is nothing you can do to prevent what is coming," The light Mitch said in a chilling voice, while Mitch continued to try and push the copy off of him. "Just stop trying, you know you can't do anything."

Mitch stopped struggling, and looked the other version of himself in the eye with pure determination.

"Never." Mitch growled.

The light Mitch frowned, and suddenly yanked hard as he could on Mitch's wing, making Mitch yell in pain. The copy grinned, before pulling again on Mitch's wing, but this time, with much more strength, and he didn't stop. The copy ignored the real Mitch's yells and screams from underneath him. Mitch's free wing was flapping wildly, whacking the copy hard on his side. The light Mitch didn't stop, instead pulling even harder on the wing. A loud crack could be heard, and Mitch cried out again, a shock of pain running through his wing.

A twisted smile appeared on the copy's face as he stopped pulling on the wing. "You're pathetic." The copy said in a disappointing tone of voice as he stared at Mitch's broken wing, with a weird look of ease on his face. "You have so many people who love you, and would back you up, despite everything that is happening... but you just turn them all away. Why?"

Mitch remained silent. There were tears running down his face, but he still glared at the copy with hostility. "Screw you." Mitch mumbled, wincing in pain.

The copy scoffed, and in the blink of an eye, he grabbed Mitch's crippled wing again, making Mitch wince again. The copy pulled on the wing once again, but this time, he was using all of the strength that he could muster.

Mitch screamed, feeling a wave of pain as his wing cracked again. The copy was emotionless as he yanked one final time...

Both Mitch and the light copy of Mitch went flying back. Mitch crashed to the ground, while the copy landed perfectly on his feet.

Mitch cried out, feeling an unbearable pain coming from his back. He sat up, Mitch closing his eyes as he felt his wings curl in front of him like a shield. Mitch tried to stop himself but crying, but the pain was too much. I need to get away! He thought, the pain clouding his thoughts.

Mitch quickly jumped up, flapping his wings in an attempt to fly away. But instead, the pain worsened, and Mitch fell to the ground, only one of his wings being able to move. His gaze was focused on the ground, Mitch trying to calm himself down.

But that's when he saw the blood on the ground around him. He gagged, surprised by the amount of blood. He didn't know where the blood was coming from either.

"Missing something?" The copy said in a cold voice.

Mitch looked toward the copy, and he suddenly felt his stomach drop, and his heart skip a few beats. Mitch suddenly became aware of something warm running down his back, from his right shoulder. No way... he thought, This isn't...!

Yet, as much as Mitch denied it, he knew exactly what had happened, and he took a look behind him to confirm his thoughts. Mitch didn't try to stop the tears running freely down his face, and his head whipped around to face the light Mitch. "N-no..." he whimpered, feeling all strength leave him as he gazed at what the copy held in his hands.

Because in the copy's hand was Mitch's wing.

The light Mitch had torn it right off.

Mitch stood up, trembling. He was suddenly aware of the uneven weight on his back, and, teary eyed, he looked behind him once again. Where Mitch's right wing used to be was replaced with a large gash, which had covered Mitch's whole back in blood, which was dripping onto the ground.

The copy laughed, a smirk on his face. Mitch watched hopelessly as the wing seemed to disintegrate from the light Mitch's hand. As soon as Mitch's wing was gone, a wing sprouted from the copy's back, ripping through the hoodie he was wearing, the wing having an eerie red light around it.

The light Mitch slowly walked toward Mitch, who backed away from it. Mitch suddenly turned away and booked it, trying to distance himself from the light Mitch. He hardly made any distance before he felt something wrap around his legs, making him trip and fall face-first onto the ground. Mitch's head slammed into the floor, and when he lifted up his head, he could feel blood dripping from his nose.

He noticed that he was no longer in the gray landscape, instead finding himself in the black landscape that housed his nightmares. He turned his head to see that wrapped around his legs was a sliver chain, and  that the light Mitch was slowly walking toward him, a red light following his footsteps, and holding the end of the chain in his hand.

Just as Mitch reached to untangle the chain, the copy sprinted toward him, and Mitch didn't have time to react before the copy reached him, lifting Mitch up by the collar of his shirt. Mitch began to struggle as he could hardly breathe, but the copy kept a firm grip on Mitch's collar. Mitch, realized how little his efforts were affecting the light Mitch, stopped struggling, letting his wing lay limp at his side. The copy smiled, and reached his hand toward Mitch's last wing.

The light Mitch was about to grab the wing, but he suddenly let out a loud cry of pain, dropping Mitch and jumping away from him. Mitch, who was very scared and confused, and letting out loud gasps as he tried to regain his breath, noticed that there was a spike of blue light embedded in the copy's shoulder.

Mitch flinched as he saw someone walk past him, and move to stand next to him. The newcomer had a white light following his steps, like Mitch's. Mitch stood up, trying to get a better look at who had saved him, and he let out a gasp as realization came over him.

"Ian...?"

Ian turned his head toward Mitch, giving him a weak smile. He then turned his attention back to the light Mitch, who was looking at Ian with menace in his gaze. "Don't you dare touch him, you monster!!!" Ian roared, his eyes narrowing as he returned the copy's gaze.

Mitch froze when he heard Ian speak. His voice had the same weird echo to it that Weiss and the light Mitch had. That's when Mitch noticed that something was off about his friend. This Ian's eyes, unlike the real Ian's deep blue eyes, were a bright, almost glowing, purple color. He was also wearing a black hoodie, and Mitch never sees the real Ian wearing hoodies...ever. There was also a blue aura around his arms, Ian holding balls of blue light in his hands.

Mitch kept silent. As sure as he was sure that this was another copy, this one had saved him, and he trusted him like he trusted the real Ian.

The light copy of Mitch let out a roar of frustration, before he raised both of his hands in front of him, and both Mitch and Ian's copy watched in surprise as the same ball of light from earlier appeared in the copy's hands, but something was wrong. The light was, instead of white, a burning red, and the shimmers all revolved around the light in a single ring, the colors all mixing together.

"WHY WON'T YOU JUST STAY DOWN AND LET ME HAVE HIM?!?!??" The light Mitch roared, with rage in his voice as he closed his hands around the light, and when he opened them again, a beam of rainbow colored light shot out of the light, flying toward Mitch and Ian.

Mitch let out a yell of surprise, and gasped as the copy of Ian jumped in front of Mitch, arms spread out wide, acting as a shield. "NO!" Mitch cried as the beam of light struck the copy Ian's chest, making the him cry out in pain.

There was a blinding flash, and Mitch had to shield his eyes with his wing as the light slowly disappeared. Mitch opened his eyes, flinching in surprise from what he saw. In the place where the copy of Ian had been standing, there was a small, faint ball of white light. The light was unsteadily floating and shaking in the air, looking as if it was going to burn out at any moment.

Mitch reached out toward it, and as he did, the light seemed to slowly approach him as well. The light was hovering over Mitch's hands, and Mitch watched as the ball of light split into three smaller lights, and he gasped in fascination as two of the lights changed shape, and there were two more flashes as the two lights disappeared, and two objects floated slowly into Mitch's hands. Mitch raised an eyebrow in confusion. The lights had turned into two feathers. One was a pure white, which Mitch recognized as one of his own, and one was a pure, shining black. Mitch didn't know why, and he couldn't explain it, but he the black feather made him feel... safe.

Mitch's attention shifted to the last light, and one final flash of light filled the air, and a third feather floated down into Mitch's hands, falling softly next to the white and black ones. The feather was a light brown, with specks of a silvery gray. Mitch closed his hand over the feathers, before he heard a voice ring out from in front of him.

"You think I'm through with you?" The light Mitch said from in front of him with a cheeky smile.

"Not at all." Mitch said with new found confidence. He smirked, opening his wing wide open behind him confidently.

The copy laughed before the light in his hands fired another beam of rainbow light, even bigger than the last one, and heading right for Mitch. Mitch, out of instinct, covered his front with his wing, bracing himself for the hit.

But as soon as the beam was about to hit him, a wall of blue flame raised in front of Mitch, which deflected the oncoming light. "What?!?!" Mitch yelled in surprise. Mitch then felt two people grab both of his hands, and Mitch looked to his left to see that a copy of Jason was standing next to him, gripping Mitch's hand tightly, Jason's eyes replaced with a burning blue light, like the fire in front of them. Mitch noticed that there were tears running down the Jason copy's face as he faced the fire. Mitch looked to his right to see a copy of Jerome, who was gripping Mitch's hand as well. His eyes were also replaced with the burning blue light, and there were tears rimming the copy Jerome's eyes.

Mitch turned to face the flames in front of him, a smile growing on his face. My friends... They will always be there for me, no matter what... He thought as another blinding light entered his vision, and Mitch felt the pain leave his back, replaced with a comforting warmth as he felt his wing move in front of him.

I can't change what happened to me, and I can't change who I am. No one will change that, and that's perfectly fine! My friends will accept me for who I am!

As the light faded, Mitch's wings opened wide behind him, his right wing returned, and both wings even bigger than they were before. His white feathers seemed to glow, and Mitch noticed that there were blue flames licking at the edges of his wings, but Mitch felt no pain from them. Just warmth.

"Damn... you really got me there..."

Mitch's gaze shifted back to the other version of him, who was laying on the ground, holding his chest. The copy's wing had disappeared, and so did the light he was holding. The light Mitch's red light had disappeared as well, the copy being completely white light again. Even though the copy had his hand over it, there was a gaping hole in his chest, and Mitch could see that the light was beginning to fade away, the copy slowly disappearing. Did the beam rebound? Mitch thought to himself.

Mitch approached his copy, kneeling down next to him. The light Mitch stared uneasily at him, but didn't argue when Mitch sat next to him. They were both silent for a moment, both of them watching as the copy's body continued to fade away. "Are you dying?" Mitch asked quietly, looking at his double with a skeptical look in his eyes.

The light Mitch laughed. "I guess I am. But I told you before, I am bound to this dreamscape. Not even death can free me from here. Only you can."

"What do I need to do?"

"You don't need to do anything." The copy sighed. "I told you, I am a figment of your mind. I am the manifestation of your doubt, you're sadness... but most of all, your guilt."

Mitch looked at the light Mitch with a sad look in his eyes. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know."

"How could you have known?" The copy replied. "I'll only be free once you face what you've been dreading the most. You won't have to wait long."

Mitch was about to reply when a sudden wave of drowsiness washed over him, and he fell over, unable to fight the sleepiness coming over him. He closed his eyes, and he heard the light Mitch's voice echo one last time.

"You can't save him. He is going to die. He must die. Just as the white-winged warrior fell from the skies in a mighty flame, the black- haired raven will die. But, with the death of the raven, the dulled star will be able to once again find its light, and the two fallen will once again rise."

A moment later Mitch fell asleep.

(A/N: I suggest reading this chapter over again. I dropped a lot of clues in this chapter~)