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taxonomites2012-03-29 08:02 pm
tothelightshown) wrote in taxonomites2012-03-29 08:02 pm
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028: You're Pretty When You Cry [Accidental Visual / Location: the Northern Island]
DG was dreaming.
It wasn't the first time that she'd journeyed to the O.Z while she slept, but this particular dream was unusually vivid. She wasn't a child running through the forest with her sister. She wasn't practicing magic under Tutor's watchful eye or listening to her mother singing a lullaby. The familiar and somewhat hazy mixture of memory and imagination had been replaced by stark images of a grey and barren world bathed in permanent darkness.
The same thing had happened for three nights in a row and, each time she fell asleep, the voice in her head grew a little louder.
You broke your promise. You let go. After everything that you said and everything that you've done, you abandoned your sister again.
"No! It wasn't like that!"
It had been the city. Taxon had taken her away from the O.Z. She'd never stop fighting to get back home. Back to Azkadellia.
It doesn't matter. Soon, there will be nothing left for you to hold on to.
I'll get you, my pretty. You and all your little friends.
She woke with a start. For a long moment, she lay perfectly still, staring up at the ceiling with wide blue eyes and her heart hammering in her chest. Eventually, she sat up and sighed, pressing the heal of her hand to her eyes.
"This is starting to get weird."
In Taxon, that was never a good sign.
It wasn't the first time that she'd journeyed to the O.Z while she slept, but this particular dream was unusually vivid. She wasn't a child running through the forest with her sister. She wasn't practicing magic under Tutor's watchful eye or listening to her mother singing a lullaby. The familiar and somewhat hazy mixture of memory and imagination had been replaced by stark images of a grey and barren world bathed in permanent darkness.
The same thing had happened for three nights in a row and, each time she fell asleep, the voice in her head grew a little louder.
You broke your promise. You let go. After everything that you said and everything that you've done, you abandoned your sister again.
"No! It wasn't like that!"
It had been the city. Taxon had taken her away from the O.Z. She'd never stop fighting to get back home. Back to Azkadellia.
It doesn't matter. Soon, there will be nothing left for you to hold on to.
I'll get you, my pretty. You and all your little friends.
She woke with a start. For a long moment, she lay perfectly still, staring up at the ceiling with wide blue eyes and her heart hammering in her chest. Eventually, she sat up and sighed, pressing the heal of her hand to her eyes.
"This is starting to get weird."
In Taxon, that was never a good sign.
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"Thanks," she said, raising an eyebrow, "I'll try and remember that next time."