♣Edensphere Dream♣

Jun 25, 2009 00:18

A young boy was running through a cobble-stoned town, his blond hair bobbing with each hurried step he took. His footsteps echoed in his head, even though there were many people walking through the streets of town. He stops and looks around, confused as to why there isn’t anyone paying attention to him, his heart racing in his chest from running so quickly. He turns to see a girl with curls approaching him with a smile and he raises his hand to greet her as the girl simply passes right through him, seeming to greet another person instead of the blond. Worry crosses his face and he looks back toward the direction he was running. Familiar faces crowd the streets, but he can’t pinpoint how he knows them. He doesn’t even know their names, and he knows that he should…

Soon, he’s running again, chasing that something again when the people around him change. Some are wearing dark hoods while the others begin to split and change. Some turn black, their eyes glowing yellow, while their other halves circle around him, white and slender. It feels as if there is impending doom surrounding him before a weapon appears in his hand. He grips the cool metal and swings, illuminating the air around him and making everything disappear.

It is now white all around him, pressing ever outward like the very universe itself and making him feel so small. He can feel his heart clench in confusion as he looks, panicked, around the area. He twirls around, guarded, and finds two figures standing before him. One is tall and wearing earthy tones, two floppy ears hanging down from under his oversized hat. The other is short and stout, dressed in blue and appears to be a giant duck. In front of them is a large crystalline flower. The boy feels his heart sink as he approaches the blossom, looking up to see his reflection in its jewel-like surface. As he stares it begins to open making the area glow brighter, it seems. The two figures beside him look like they are conversing before looking up in excitement to the flower.

“Sora!” They yell and for the first time, the boy hears something in this strange dream other than his own breaths and footsteps. He watches in awe as the flower opens, dropping the large key-like weapon with a metallic clang as the world goes white, waking the boy from his dream and bringing into the impossibly orange world of his pod.

♣Dream

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