They say that when we dream its merely a flicker of reality twisted by are imagination, but is it. Have you ever wondered if what we're seeing is actually reality, past, present or future? I am what they call a Dreamer, and I know the truth, but I never know when something's going to happen, or if it already has, my only clue is Cirenthia, a Guider.
I guess you're probably wondering what I am. Well I guess I'd better be blunt with you, I'm a stallion. They look at us and they merely see animals, we prefer it that way, its safer like that. We all have our powers, the Darkmoon herd, a long time ago we were all united, then humans came. They captured out leader and tried to break him, by the time he got free his son had taken over the herd and to keep it safe led them away, leaving their true leader behind.
Under the false rule of the son the herd began to split, brother turning against brother. Its a simple fact that without the amulet of Power you cannot lead the herd, they all lose control. Within a years time we had all wondered off, mixing our blood lines with that of the normal horses, weakening our power, and with some extinguishing it. I am one of the last pure blooded Darkmoon, a direct descendant of the true leader, and wielder of the amulet of power, but what good is it without a herd to lead.
I've tried to find them, tried to bring them back together again, to bring back our lines, guided by my dreams, and by my sister Cirenthia. My name is Mephistopheles, I am neither good nor evil, I bow to no one. Your probably wondering about now what sort of power the amulet of Power gives you, perhaps I should demonstrate.
Black clouds rolled across the sky, lighting cracked through the air, shattering the silence. Lighting struck the cliff at my feet, This is what my fathers amulet made me, I am a creature of lighting and ice, though this brings me great power it also brings me great pain, I am shunned by my race, why... because my power isn't something I can control, you know what they saw with victory comes sacrifice, I am dying inside and I can only keep fighting, it is my duty, the cost no longer matters, only the task.
This is my story, are you truly prepared to hear my morbid tale, or will you turn your back one me, like so many others, its your choice but make it quickly, the conversion has already begun.
Will be continued... please comment, I am desperate for opinions on this.
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I was dreaming again, I didn't know where I was, or even when, all I knew was that this was reality, even if it had already passed or would soon, it was reality. I hate this, I hate the death, the blood, but I had to face it, reality can't be shifted when you are merely a witness, but sometimes its not to late to change the future, after all only the past is set in stone. I hate that I wake up with the scent of blood heavy in my nostrils, knowing that someone has or is going to suffer through the brutal tortures that I witness, and everyday I face the agony of knowing that I can't help them because I don't know where they are, or if its already happened or when its going to.
They say that every rose has a thorn, no words could ever hold more truth, with a blessing also comes a curse, and I face this everyday, but I know that I can never give in, not when my people need me, need a leader. The ruby pendent that holds the curse of the amulet of Power has burned a mark in my chest where it hangs, its fire has branded me, and I know that I can never escape from this fate, it is my destiny to fight against the pain, to lead my people, if ever I find them. This burden I carry with pride, it seems that for eternity I will force a smile and fight to move on, death it seems is my only sanctuary, but death I cannot seek.
Cirenthia has told me that the harder you fight the harder you fall but when you just let yourself hit the ground you can always get back up again, if only she knew, one weakness and my entire race is tipped over the edge of oblivion, the amulet of Power will never submit to the weak, it was made to destroy those who would weaken the blood-line, and thus those with weakness, this is why I must fight, only one with pure-blood can bend its power to your will, I am the last of my line, the last with blood that has not been tainted, if I fall my entire race falls with me.
Lightning struck the ground around me, illuminating the night, fire raged at my back, lit by my powers, yet despite the heat at my back the ground before me was frozen, this was the brand my presence left on the earth, a wasteland, once destroyed by flame but now frozen, nothing would ever grow here again. This is what happens when the power of the amulet is given too one who has not been trained to control it. Where I walk there's hell on earth. On my left was Cirenthia, a Seer. She didn't see the future she just knew it, but like me she didn't know when or where, she just had the knowledge of what would happen. A blessing and a curse. I could see that her head was hung low, exhausted by her attempt to see the future, unlike me her power wasn't supplied by a amulet, it drained her own energy. I nudged her gently and gestured to a section of the forest that hasn't been torched to the ground, she needed rest.
iBlood, it stained the ground at my feet, pouring from the the limp body, three figures stood over the mare, unidentifiable, cast in shadow. I could only watch as a deep, ragged gash was slowly drawn across her chest, before the hoof thrust down, crushing her frail chest. I had seen it before, but that didn't change anything, it was happening, it already had or it would, either way it was real./i
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by Ciarith
Would these dreams ever end, probably not. I still see them, I still hear their screams. I can't help them, I've never been able to. I can hear Cirenthia whimper in terror by my side as she suffers from another vision. When our powers were first discovered things didn't turn out so well, we were a threat to survival, it was simple as that.
They labeled us Dreamers, Guiders, Paralyzers, Changers it just goes on. Even to other horses we were no longer people, we were simply animals mindless, cruel and dangerous, we didn't hide our existence, just our location. We couldn't stay in one place for over a week, they were always there, always hunting us. A bolt of lighting struck the ground only three feet from me, it couldn't hurt me, it was a element of my power.
I could still smell the blood, it had poured from the slashed throat of the stallion, he hadn't even reached full maturity yet, most of them were like that, so young, so much waste. I knew that I couldn't let it weaken me, I couldn't break. The dreams, they seemed different, distorted. I don't know, maybe I'm just going crazy, it wouldn't surprise me, despite Cirenthia's attempt to keep me sane. Failed attempt it seems.
I could only watch as my dreams continued The blood that pooled on the ground, flowing like a river from the ripped body, the leg had been twisted to the point that the skin broke and tore, it had healed that way, with the bone twisted and splintered, I had watched them do it. The stallions tortured scream as his other leg was crushed, the bones shattering under the weight of his torturers. I felt sick but I couldn't look away as his skull was crushed.
I jolted awake, dimly aware that I was trembling and Cirenthia laid next to me, watching anxiously. I was dripping with sweat and couldn't rid my mind of the image of the stallions twisted form, I could practically feet the pool of blood beneath me. Suddenly I froze, glancing around.... yes! I jumped to my feet followed by Cirenthia "get the scent Cirenthia, they were here."
As she nodded curtly and promptly began sniffing every rock and toadstool within a ten yard radius and I tried to focus, tried to summon a image in my head of the stallion's torturers, nothing. "Inappropriate use of the past-tense Mephistopheles" I twisted around at the voice, there was no mistaking him now that he was before me, the one who had been present in all my dreams of the torture but had participated in none, just watched.
I shifted my weight to the left, anticipating his next move, as his eyes flared black, clearing even the white at the rims, turning his eyes all black I knew I was right, he was a paralyzer. I quickly snapped my weight to the right, shattering part of a log beneath my weight, the noise was enough to disturb his focus, the thing about a paralyzer is that if there is anything else in their mind they can't immobilize you.
Lighting cracked across the sky, missing him by twenty-eight yards, just barely far enough away to not turn his bones to ash, I was still working on directing it. In the flash of blinding light that the lighting brought he was gone, my kind has a way with disappearing, its necessary to survive it always has been. I felt Cirenthia beside me, her presence seemed strange now, completely foreign, another sign of insanity, not very surprising, but then again when you live like I do you stop feeling surprise, stop feeling anything, but I haven't gotten to that point... yet.
Will be continued in Unclouded Dreams.
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by Ciarith
Sometimes I wondered if things would have been different if I had been raised differently, if there had been someone there for me, probably. Never having had parents can be rough on someone, especially when their life was like mine, no things had never been different for me, their pain was always there. I've always known the answer, to all the questions I've asked, nothings a mystery to me, but sometimes you don't know what question is being answered.
Now is not one of those times. Everything was clear, I knew who he was, the one in all my dreams, the one who was always watching as they tortured my kind, all my doubts, all my fears, they all became clear. Maybe it was a vision, or maybe it was my emotions but Cirenthia was awake.
I could smell the sweat that covered her frame, she put off the acrid scent of fear.. fear and... I had never felt this scent before, was it, mistrust? I didn't know what she felt but she rose in a fluid motion, her grace belied her exhaustion, her eyes were dull from the strain of our travels, I knew that mine would be to... if I was normal that is, my eyes glowed with a terrible energy, like beacons of blood, I sent off a aura of evil... this is what I sacrificed when I refused to turn my back on my fathers legacy... one thing I've learned in this life is that you can't fight your destiny, its always there, waiting for the one moment when your guard drops, I never dropped my guard... but I never turned by back on it.
I knew that I couldn't fight it, someday it would happen, its better to just accept it.
I felt the wind like it was a blade of ice against my skin, my senses were on fire. I could hear Cirenthia's soft breathing, her scent clouded the air.. thick with fear and her life-force dulled by the exhaustion I could feel pushing her over the edge, the uncertainty and mistrust was like fire to my chest, tearing at my lungs as I breathed in the air that was tainted by the life of everything that had passed. I could smell the blood that had been allowed to pure into the ground, seeping into the earth. They had been here but many moons had passed since their presence had tainted this place.
Their scent was faint, even to me, too distant for Cirenthia to track. Another trail lost by the sands of time. It had been so close, just like last time, a dead end on our search. Each time we had to go back, find out where we lost them, last time they had been found dead. Thats what usually happens, its hard to tell whether they killed themselves or if something did it for them but my guess is that our Torturer doesn't like having witnesses. "Come on Cirenthia, we need to keep moving." For once she was silent, no demurred words, nothing. I didn't know what was wrong but something told me that she didn't trust me, maybe it was the insanity but at the moment I wasn't so sure.
Was this the true price of power? to lose everything? friends family, everyone you ever thought you could trust. Maybe I am doomed to walk alone, maybe this time... no one would meet me at the cross-road.. between life and death. This is my destiny.