a dream- prologue to possible story

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A Dream?

It was as if you were sitting at your desk all alone in the classroom. The teacher would

walk in, her shoes clicking noisily on the tile floor to your desk. That sound, so tiny wasso similar to that of the twigs breaking under my feet.

Even though it was small, it seemed to fill the forest with its sound. If anything itmade me extremely nervous, every time Id crack a twig or shuffle leaves, my muscles

would tighten, ready to fight, then relax, knowing that I had overreacted. Day or night,the forest was full of life and sound and smell; but tonight it felt as if someone took an

eraser and erased the birds calling to one another, erased the earthy smell of the dirt along

the forest floor, and the animals that dwelled in the crooks and cronies.Tonight, was unlike other nights, the mist hovered thickly while clinging to the

bases of trees slithering and crawling but no sound. The oaks and willow saplings

swaying in the silent wind; no creaks or cracks.The earth then rumbled and the wind decided to scratchily sneer in my ear,

What is it you bring to my domain? The desire to foul my natural essence?

All this while, I knew something was off kilter, but it wasnt until now that myinstincts readily kicked in, urging me to turn around and never come back. Oh, how Iwanted to turn back, to stop where I was and go back to my home; where I belonged.

Perhaps six years ago, had I not been trained, taught, enlightened to the situation of our

planet I would have turned around and never looked back. Although at this instant, itwould not be plausible. My planet, NalI, had been like Earth in the beginning. NalI

researchers called this planet Earth; they presumed it was uninhabited, with no intelligent

beings like us humans.SO? the wind howled, Youve brought doom upon me?

Whom would I be speaking to? I muttered mostly to myself, although this thing

heard me.

Brother to the ransacked Earth, which Im sure youre aware of. All I could was staydocile and watch as she slowly disintegrated? Never! He bellows in a deep set voice that

makes thunder crack in the sky.

I had to assume it was he and not she, considering the deep voice.I come in peace! I exclaimed, With no desire to foul anything of the sort. I come to

make a deal or something of the like. Will you not consider?

There was a moment of utter silence; I could not even hear my own breathing it was asquiet. The trees would not even move so as not to break the silence, no movement, no

smell; nothing. I thought Id go mad with such silence until the earth itself rumbled once

again. This time, it wasnt only a sudden tremor, but rather tremor on tremor continuedwith not even a thought at stopping.

I gasped in horror at the dirt spitting mercilessly everywhere along the forest floor.

Could this thing possibly end me like this? Would he? Will I ever see my family again?

As these questions flitted through my head, the clearing that I had been standing on theoutskirts of began to shake more than what it had been and most shockingly a crack could

be heard for miles around. There in the middle of the clearing, a crack twenty feet long

appeared directly pointing like an arrow towards a formation of boulders thatsuspiciously looked arch-like.


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I will consider, perhaps. Though you will listen well young human, I have your only

offer at surviving. In the better interest of my darling sister Earth I might add. He

proclaimed in a voice booming and heavy for it made me force myself to stand instead ofkneeling.

Besides having to exert more effort to stand I couldnt help but wonder what magic was

working at the ground. It had to be magic for only magic would be able to make dirtbubble in the way water would have done.

The ground frivolously continued to shake until, at last, its goal had been

accomplished and the crater had now eaten up the clearing, and all that was left wascircular perfection.

My heart never ceased to hammer relentlessly against my ribs, and I tried ever so much

to not fall into the dark unknown abyss. I had been hugging my back to a tree all this time

and just now my fingers begin to slip. I scratch, grab, do everything I can, but the oncerough bark is now a papery material that urges me to fall forward; and I do.

The first five seconds of me lying there like a dumbstruck duck, I realize Im not falling

to my death; but in fact I was hovering over an invisible floor. I scramble for firm

ground, but am not able to get off this invisible platform.Am I going crazy? I yell frustratingly.

Calm yourself! I took great effort in bringing you here! I perceived you to containmore than the others! Do not prove me wrong He booms ferociously from no where, but

still manages to make me go def momentarily.

I heed his advice and breathe deeply, trying to center my conscious to be sane. If he is

such a powerful being he will be able to see the truth and virtue as it is, for how I show it.What is this offer you speak of that will save dying Earth!? I yell into nothing hoping

he will hear.

No sooner that he hears my question, when light of incredible strength fills the craterclearing and I am completely blinded. It had seemed like hours before I could properly

see again once the light had vaporized.

Fear pricked its evil needles at my heart, letting me know You stupid fool, why haveyou allowed yourself to this point! Do you know the dangers involved? It prattles on

forever, until I snuff it out and put on a brave face, hoping it will take me farther.

When semi-blindness is gone, and I can see properly, I focus and my breath is takenfrom me, again. Not from fear this time, but from amazement. For I am amazed with the

foyer I am in; on the four corners of the room, four trunks of marvelously huge trees hold

up a ceiling of leaves in shades of silver , red, opaque, and every other color ever

imaginable. The most bizarre thing was though that the ceiling was reflected onto thefloor and was also leaves of assortment as well.

Look fool, fear sprouts out again, It is one thing to be taken by beauty, but dont get

your guard down, just because shes a beauty doesnt make her less deadly.Why would such beauty ever be deadly? I ask quietly to my own fear when a gust of

wind breaks my tirade. It was slightly strong, taking me to the edge, showing me the

blistering stars in the night sky over a fog filled forested valley. I turn around, and to mygreat shock a tree of a man stands towering over me, looking down at me with neither a

smile nor a frown but only with sad eyes.

MAYDAY! MAYDAY! fear screams in my ears.


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It was his eyes that startled me most, slickly iced permafrost green orbs with black as

his iris and pupil. He is wearing perhaps the largest robe I have ever seen, deep purple

with green laced through it making it appear like vines crawling up his frame with acoppery finish at the hems. It did bring out his dark ivory skin, which Id have not

noticed unless the leaves were not giving off some sort of a glow, had they not been

glowing, Id have thought him to be dark as night.You are not human, yet you appear to be? I asked once again. I had been asking more

than a few questions tonight, hopefully I hadnt angered him by doing such.

When I had finished my observation of him, which consisted of staring with my jawslack wide, I noticed something he held, that appeared so tiny in his enormous hands. A

book? No. A journal. I thought to myself again. Why would a man his size carry a

journal so small?

One way to understand us, he said with that familiar booming voice, would be towalk in our shoes. Yet I would not advise something so dangerous, and another would be

this, he holds the journal to his eye level (which must be ten feet tall), scrutinizing it, a

scientist with his newfound specimen.

My name is Thor, lord of this domain whence you stand, that you call NalI he notesthe surprise in my eyes, yes, I am up to date with anything you humans relay to each

other of, you see, since our planets, his gaze goes stony, are so close, it allows me tosnoop, eavesdrop you might say.

I must be dreaming. I think to myself

It is what you think it to be, Thor replies to me, changing his interest of specimen to

me instead of the diary, and since you are only here, I will explain only as much that isneeded. As he states this fury ignites, fury of being kept in the shadow, but it subsides.

Oh, you also read minds? I would never have guessed. I allow the sarcasm to flow

thick as the fog had been on the forest floor. But Thor doesnt care for what I say but onlywhat he has to say to me.

A prickling sensation crawls around my neck, instinct; that had wrongly misguided me

so far began etching warnings yet again, telling me to be nice. I had no inclination to benice; I would be smart about what I say considering this may save our planet. Then it hits

me, only a dream, and I realize it is a moot point to continue trying.

Perhaps if I ignored Thor, this dream would end, and Id go back to dreams that werentinsane like this one.

Whatever is the matter? Thor asks with a hard face, he only takes three steps from the

middle of the tree room and he is practically squishing me underneath. Now, that you

realize this is but a dream you arent taking the matter seriously? He voice quivers withan anger that scorches the room up a million degrees. One step back and he crouches so

that those peculiar eyes are directly in front of my face, and hands me the journal. In his

hands it appeared to be tiny, but as I took it, it nearly doubled in size.You have no idea how important this tiny journal is little human- I cut him off and

say, Reese Verdun, is my name.

Something clicks within those peculiar eyes, maybe recognition? He continues on as if Ihadnt spoken.

Earths soul, is dwindling and it has been so for many a century since you humans

came to be, and only just recently have I determined what to do about it. She will be in

the form of a human, and will be difficult to determine. She doe not know of her


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condition, but only reacts as her planet does with the pain it endures, never knowing the

reason behind it. He looks at me with such dignity it is hard to bear without opening my

mouth, but his eyes remain stern and serious.It is this journal which you will deliver to her in order for her to fully stop the

death/birth cycle so that she may understand fully what it means to be a vice. With that

he seems content to have the conversation come to an end, which I will have naught ofand continue by asking indignantly,

So what you are is a vice?

He takes sweet time answering, and for a moment I believe he wont answer when hereplies,

I am.

And you expect me to do your will? I say, which is when he replies by saying,

Would you not help your family?This is probably the first time his voice has softened, and Thor shows that he does

indeed care despite trying to keep his appearance.

None the matter, he continues, appearance back in place, You will do well to

remember your place in the universe Mr. Verdun. He stands and paces with his handsbehind his back to the opposite edge of the foyer, back to me.

You have no idea what I am yet you insist on invoking my anger, I hear a smile on hisrigid features (rigid because his face would never seem to fit a smile), If you were wise,

you will do well to remember what I have told you.

Suddenly everything is thrown into rewind, feeling as if a toddler had got his chubby

fingers on the remote, and began murdering the scene by slowly rewinding to rapidly andback again.

The blinding light dashes in and out, hardly seen, almost as if it didnt happen, and then

I am enveloped in darkness once again. Next I am thrown back onto the hole of a clearingin front of the arch. My steps go backwards, so instead of falling, I feel myself being

thrown from the ground and slam onto an unexpected tree that I continue to grasp at.

To no avail, despite trying to move forward, my steps continue to go back and backuntil suddenly I hit cold water. My eyelids flutter, opening to the horror of seeing that I

am trapped under thick ice.

My lungs gasp for air and receive instead the knifing pain of cold slush. I thrash andkick, but to no avail, for the ice might as well be meters thick for my muscles slacken and

go numb.

This is it. I say but bubbles are all that escapes and they are torn away with the

current. My eyes close in defeat, numbing too and then it happens.The ice is open and

I sit rod right straight up in bed.

WHOA! I breathe out in relief. I just sit there staring at the plain white wall oppositemy bed. I notice then, as I turn my head, that night is ripening to dawn and the suns peek

over the tips of the mountain, and the light reflects on the watery dew caught on my

windowsill.Right then and there I jump out of bed and literally hit the ceiling in disbelief.

There on the inside of my window, on the reading area sits the mysterious journal.

It looks all ominous with its leather bound spine beginning to splay, dividing into the

true paper underneath; its corners being worn as well send out a warning signal.


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MAYDAY! fear is back on my shoulder, warning me to just throw it into the

fireplace.

I pinch myself, and realize the bleeding pain, that this is no dream.Slowly, I walk over and sit beside the journal and take it into my hands.

It feels as old as it looks, and when I open the book, paper falls out; a reminder:

Dear old friend of mine,It is time to wake up

Sincerely-Thor.

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a dream- prologue to possible story