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Silent dreams of the past (Complete)
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SILENT DREAMS OF THE PAST:
The full moon bathes the Earth with its luminous blood red glow, and the shimmering stars dance magically in the purple, black night sky like shiny white diamonds. Tonight, the Earth is dappled in a blood red moonlight. The wind howls, the trees sway, My heart cries. I want to feel again. I run into the night, and as I run, the gnarled branches twist out from the shadows to reach me, the trees bend to brush, and caress my face, the roots curl to trip me. I stop, and find the earth covered in a thick layer of darkness. The wind now whistles, threatening shadows surround me, moss drips from sickly dark trees like decayed flesh. The earthy smell of beginnings, and endings. Tears course down my cheeks silently. Tonight, I scream. I let go. My loud cries pierce the air. I get up, and burn the dying leaves just so I can feel something. The flames leap into the night devouring tree by tree in the searing heat like a starving beast. Within seconds my sanctuary is engulfed in flames, the sky is blazing red now, it is beautiful. Spark me up, ignite my soul, just like this fire, just so I can feel something, anything … and as I watch the burning of life silently, the green shrubbery is burnt to crisp, thick smoke fills the air, shrouding its surroundings in darkness. The night passes, the stars pale as dawn comes, and I walk towards the trees on the edge of the forest, they seem eerily friendly because their twisted, blackened limbs spread wide, as if to welcome me with an embrace, one to welcome me home where I belong.
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Shee sat up screaming from her continuous nightmare throwing the pillows from her her as she backed up against the headboard. Her son's cries filled the silence. Shaken she moved room her bed to go tend to him, wiping the tears that streamed down her face. In his room she went to the crib, changing him, and then snatching him up cuddling Lael close to her as she sat in the rocking chair, new bottle in hand singing him the hauntingly familiar tune stuck in her head. One that seemed to intertwine with her nightmares. 19 hrs. 6 mins ago.
It seemed rest was not to be hers once more. The horrid dream had come once again, the same, yet different. The gnarled limbs reached for, but this time it was not a caress, or embrace, this time those blackened, burnt limbs reached with intent to hurt her. The branches clutched at her arms trying to draw her closer. The putrid smell of decay was overwhelming. She struggled screaming her dislike of being touched by such a foul creature. Breaking free her arms were scratched badly, turning she ran through the forest which burst into flames as she passed through . A fiery trail lay behind her, she was alone, so very alone, the emptiness filled her, a darkness spreading from the inside out. She cried out in pain, her screams drawing out the whispers of the wind . She woke, her face wet with her tears, her body shaking badly. It was then she felt it, the pain. Looking down at her arms bloody scratches ran down along them. Quickly she moved from the bed to the bathroom and clean up. She would need to find clothing to hide her arms until they had a chance to heal, as well as using some heavy cover up to hide the dark circles that were forming under her eyes. She needed to figure out what was happening to her, and soon.
Queen of Fyre: She spent a long time in with Lael, he seemed all she had lately. She had gotten him back to sleep and laid him down in his crib. Instead of leaving she stayed making herself comfortable in the rocking chair, it was as if she was standing guard over her child. Maybe it was his room with its dark forest theme that made it feel so ominous, whatever it was she just could not leave.
King of Fyre: Waking with a start, he looked over to her side of the bed. The sheets were still warm, so she hadn't been gone long. His hand ran along the fabric as he stretched, and sat up. There was a feeling that something was wrong, but He wasn't sure what. He made his way to Lael's nursery, knowing He would find her there. His arms crossed as he watched her a moment before entering. "Something is bothering you isn't it?" He asked softly, approaching her lightly.
Queen of Fyre: She hadn't even know she was being watched so when he spoke she screamed jumping up turning quickly towards his voice. "Ba'al! " she hugged herself hoping it would help stop the trembling. She thought about what he asked as she bit at her lower lip, then nodded. "Somethings not right, I can't explain it, but I feel it deep down inside of me to the very core of my being. I'm afraid Ba'al. " never had she admitted such a thing, but he needed to know how serious she was.
King of Fyre: When She screamed, He moved quickly to Her. The tone of Her voice made him frown. He could tell something was wrong, but He didn't know what, or how to figure it out. He moved to kneel in front of her, resting his hands on her knees. "We'll figure it out, you are not alone. I won't let anything happen to you, and I won't let anyone hurt you." His own tone was very serious, His eyes on her's.
Queen of Fyre: She stared back into his eyes as he spoke trying to assure her of his being able to help keep her safe. Fresh tears began to fall asleep she shook her head deciding to show him her arms. She pushed the sleeves up on her shirt and held out her arms. The scratches were now very red, and infected. She wasn't healing, and she hadn't a clue why. "I don't think there is a way to keep me safe, specially when this...." she gestured to the scratches on her arms. "Happened while I was sleeping. " 58 min. 11 secs ago.
King of Fyre: When She pulled the sleeves up, He took Her small wrist, and examined her arms carefully. "We should see the dark Queen then. Maybe she will have an idea, or at least be able to tell us why it's happening. Unseelie have power over dreams, at the very least, She could offer added protection." His eyes met hers once more, his hand reaching up to cup her face. "Next time you sleep, I will go into the dream with you so you aren't alone though." He leaned up, brushing his lips against hers, and exhaling a healing breath, hoping that it would at least help the healing process slightly.
Queen of Fyre: His lips were so very warm, as was his touch. When had she become so cold? She hadn't noticed the change within herself. Dropping her gaze from his looking to her arms, they didn't look any different. Something was very wrong. "It didn't work Ba'al, it didn't work. ....What's happening to me?" Fear had crept into her voice for the very first time. "Call for the Dark Queen, ask that she hurry. Please. " she was shivering uncontrollably now. "Can you please help me back to our room, I want to lay down. " she wanted to go back into her dream alone while he was busy, she couldn't stand for him to be hurt too if he joined her.
King of Fyre: He stood, pulling Her close to Him. He lifted her to carry her to their room, and set her down on the bed gently. "I will return with the Queen. don't go back alone." He told Her firmly, knowing her too well.
Queen of Fyre: She pulled him close kissing him softly whispering against his lips. " Hurry. I can't promise you anything with as tired as I am. Make sure someone keeps an eye on Lael too please."
King of Fyre: He returned the kiss, letting it linger. "I'll hurry. I'll bring Geneva to watch over Lael too." He remained by her side a moment longer before sifting away to find the Dark Queen.
Queen of Fyre: She was alone once more. Her mind racing trying to figure out what was happening to her. Turning onto her side she curled up closing her eyes to rest. She tried her hardest not to fall asleep, but it was of no use, she was too tired to even try. There she was again, back in that drastic forest. She screamed as loud as she could as she raised her arms shaking her fists. "What do you want from me, tell me. I demand it of you!" The wind howled in response, lightening streaking the sky. There was no blood moon, no Shiny stars gracing the purple blue sky. It was pure blackness, evil itself. This evil wanted to hurt her, and she needed to know why.
The Dark Queen: Arriving to the room once the King came to her, She saw the queen asleep on the bed. The wounds on her arms were bright, and clear. She sat on the bed gently, caressing the Queen's hair, and closing her eyes, entering the nightmare with her. "Your Husband sent me ahead because He was worried you would fall asleep. He had to track down the guard to watch over your child."
Queen of Fyre: Shee was surprised when the Dark Queen joined her. Hearing of the guard she snarled. "Damn woman is never around when needed. Ba′al needs to stay with him. " she looked at the woman. "Can you feel it. It drains you. You shouldn't be here, it wants you gone!" The scratches on her arms weeped continuously now. She had gone to her knees burying her hand in the dark soil to try and draw strength from it. There was none to be had, we′ll least not for her. She screamed in frustration throwing her hands out setting the creeping trees that slowly crept closer ablaze. Standing she looked at the Dark Queen before running off down that horrid trail, repeating the what happened in the dream over and over, heading into the clearing where a lone house stood engulfed in flames. "You need to leave this place, leave it now, it′s coming."
Queen of the dark: "I am not leaving you alone here." She stated firmly, looking around their surroundings to see where they were. It seemed to be the dark forest.he looked down when the Queen stooped to push her hands in the soil. "There are no nutrients to you. There is only death." The dark Queen spoke the words, but they were not her own.something had taken hold of her. Something powerful. She shook off the hold, and grabbed the Queen. "I am not leaving without you!" She said firmly, attempting to pull them both out of the dream.
Queen of Fyre: She woke up screaming pulled from the dream by the Dark Queen . "I told you, it didn′t want you there, it wants me, but I don′t know why." she lay in bed shaking violently , a fever had come over her, though there seemed to be no warmth to be found. The infection was spreading , things were not boring well for her.
The Dark Queen: The dark Queen lay beside her, pulling her close against her to share her warmth. She knew she needed to go to the forest to find the source of these dreams. There was no other way she could think of. She had never been powerless before. Not to anyone.
Queen of fyre: She lay limply in the woman′s arms crying softly. Her whole body ached, she barely had the energy to move anymore . Closing her eyes she tried to sleep once more, she needed to find answers. Sleep evaded her, she figured it was because the Dark Queen was so close . She had to find a way to convince her to leave.
The Dark Queen: The dark queen was not leaving. She knew how much this woman meant to the King, and the realm in general. Soon though, the King returned. He rushed to the side of His wife, laying on the opposite side of Her."There is nothing I can do for her. She is in the grasps of a powerful source. I need to go to the dark forest, and see if I can find out more." The dark Queen said, disappearing a moment later.
Queen of Fyre: "Ba′al ! " His name was a soft whisper . She knew he was there with her, he was her strength, her reason , besides their children , that she wished to fight all this. She was very parched, and not trusting her voice she talked to him telepathically . "Would You mind making my favourite tea, please?"
King of Fyre: He captured her thought, and nodded, giving her a soft kiss before getting up and heading down to the kitchen. He filled the pot, and put it on the stove while He gathered the special infuser, and tea that he had gotten for her. He hoped that she wasn′t falling back asleep while He was down here. He didn′t want her going back alone
Queen of Fyre: She gave a small wane smile as he moved to go make her some tea. She was so blessed to have him. While he was gone she tried to figure out what was after her, something not even the Dark Queen, herself, was not able to combat. Her mind was reeling a mile a minute going through things, yet she still could not piece it together. That feeling of being pulled under was back stronger than before, she could not resist the pull of it. She whispered softly before going under knowing Ba’al did not want her to go alone once again. “I’m sorry Ba’al….” There she was back I that forsaken forest once more, the ominous tree’s reaching for her, their snarled roots disturbing the dead black soil in an attempt to burst free to snatch at her feet. “NOOOOOO!!!!!!” She screamed. The wind picking up howling back at her as if in answer. She took in her surroundings, but as always there was only one way to go, so again she ran down the path avoiding the decrepit tree creatures which wanted to retain her from what she saw as her only way out. Coming upon the clearing she saw the house, and like always it was engulfed in flames. A thought occurred to her, so she ran towards it to enter. It was what Ba’al always did to obtain power, and strength, as well as heal him self. She hoped the same would work for her. She took one final glance back towards the dark forest of her dreams; it seemed so much closer now, without hesitation she stepped into the burning house. Reaching out she tested her theory, nothing burned, or blistered. With a small sigh of relief she stepped further in drawing on the flames trying to heal her self as she looked around. The flames seemed to engulf her as well, it was a weird tingling feeling as they seemed to dance, and lick at her skin. It was then she heard it, the entity was there just outside. She took one more glance about realizing it was her home that was in flames. Tears began to run down her face when the thought of her son being trapped in his room came to mind. Turning she screamed at the dark creature that taunted her within her dreams. She was sitting up in her bed screaming, as she cried uncontrollably as she came out from her dream on her own this time around.
King of fyre: He had almost finished making th tea when He heard her scream. There was absolutely no hesitation, and He dropped the cup in his hands before running upstairs as fast as he could. He rushed to her side, checking her for fresh injuries, and making sure that she hadn’t been harmed worse than she already had been before. “What happened?” He asked, Geneva rushing into the room soon after him. She began rambling about the pixies, saying how they had gone into a frenzy, and then she heard the scream, so she was coming in to check on everything. He quickly dismissed her ramblings, and explained the situation. Geneva walked over to the Queen, looked at her arms, and the infections that were branching off from the cuts. He noticed that the scratches seemed to have healed some, but were still raised. The infection was still spreading. He spoke with Geneva about the infection in their native tongue, asking if she knew any poisons that could be doing this to the Queen. Geneva was the poisons expert, so if anyone would have found an antidote, it would be her. They finished speaking, and Ba’al turned to his wife. “She needs some of your blood. She might be able to figure out what the poison in your system is. Some of the infected blood.” He gathered the bandages that were full of the blood, and infected oozing, and handed them over to Geneva. She grabbed all of them, and hurried off to look and see what she could find with the poison. He gave her one more quick kiss before standing up. “I’m going to grab Lael, and bring him in here with us.” He whispered, getting up to head into the nursery. He glanced at the pixie trapped in little glass balls above his crib, their cries and screams powering its movement. The mobile was still for the moment, the pixies fast asleep. They must have worn themselves out in their excitement at his wife’s screams. He picked up the small boy, holding him close as he carried him into the room to lay on the bed between them.
Queen of Fyre: She nodded to her Husband watching as he left the room, only to return minutes later with their son cradled in his arms. She was sitting up more alert than she had been since everything started. Her weird theory in her dream seemed to have worked, even if it was just a little bit. She hoped Geneva could figure out what had been released into her system. With Lael now in between them she inspected him thoroughly to make sure he had not been hurt, why she had such a need to do this was a mystery to her. Lael fussed as she checked him, and all the while she spoke incessantly to her Husband. "It′s getting stronger Ba′al, I can feel it when I am in my dream. Even now I feel it′s presence. Oddly enough I took a chance in the dream, stepping into the burning house, it was ours you know, but the flames seemed to help heal me a little bit, as well as giving me strength. I have to avoid sleep for as long as I can, I′m really afraid of what may happen if it pulls me under again. I felt it′s deathly smile when I had thought of Lael trapped in the burning house." She stopped fussing over their son, and looked up at him then. Her fears showing clearly in her eyes.
King of fyre: He watched her with their son, resting his hand on the small boy’s stomach gently as he listened to her speak about the dream. “You think that means something?” He asked curiously. The thoughts in his mind were running wild with every possible thing He could think of. “We’ll find out what it is, and we’ll stop it. You know I will always try my protect you in whatever way I can.” He looked down at their son, who was settling back down, and gave a small yawn. “Even if you are ten times stronger than me. It’s something from my world. A world I brought you into, and I will not stop looking for a way to free you from whatever it is.” He looked back p to her, so she could see in his eyes that he truly meant what he had said. He stayed there with her, refusing to leave her side until her fell asleep, Lael curled up on the bed between them still.
Queen of Fyre: She did not sleep, she sat there watching over them, afraid of her very own dreams fearing for their safety. When Lael woke she immediately picked him up taking him from the room with her to the kitchen to get a bottle for him, and to make a pot of coffee for her self. Settling into her chair to feed him she spoke softly to him. "Looks like it is just you, and me Lael, your Daddy is fast asleep." Her son′s wide eyes stared up at her, as he sucked down his bottle. "Your Daddy is a very good man, you know that? A silly one thinking your Mommy here is more powerful than he is, I can′t even fight off a simple infection it seems." She kept talking until he had finished, burping him, then changing his diaper. When he was once more fast asleep she settled him into his bassinet set up in the kitchen. She helped herself to a huge steaming cup of coffee, and began to pace the house thinking. None of the pieces of this evil puzzle fit together that she could figure out. Two pots of coffee later she stopped pacing the house hearing the rain begin to fall. She decided to help herself to a beer. Quietly she sits drinking a beer staring off out the window watching the rain fall. All the while her mind races, churning over ideas, and plots on what to do next.
Queen of Fyre: Quietly sits drinking a beer staring off out the window watching the rain fall. All the while her mind races, churning over ideas, and plots on what to do next.
King of Fyre: Comes down for his coffee, sitting down beside her. "Morning Ma Reine"
Queen of Fyre: Leans over kissing him. "Morning Mon Roi."
King of Fyre: Smiles, and returns the kiss eagerly. "So what should we do for the weekend?"
Queen of Fyre: A wide smile curves her blood red lips showing off her fangs. "Do you really have to ask Baby?"
King of Fyre: His own smile widened. "ok I should probably be actually asking what foods we should stock up on in the bedroom since I'm sure we won't be leaving it."
Queen of Fyre: "Potato." she blurts out not thinking as her eyes scan over her list of things to accomplish.
King of Fyre: an eyebrow arched at the choice, and He looked towards her list. His foot hooked around the leg of her chair, pulling her closer to him.
Queen of Fyre: As he pulled her closer her head snapped around in the opposite direction scolding the thin air. "Can you voices just shut up already, potato first, then we take over the world later!" smiling brightly she looked back to her Husband, setting her to do list on the table.
King of Fyre TFR: "Who are you talking to?" He asked, thoroughly confused by the comment.
Queen of Fyre: She jacks her thumb up motioning off to the other side of her. "The voices of course .... don't you hear them?" Her head tilts slightly looking at him curiously.
King of Fyre: He shook His head. "No...." He focused to listen inside of her head to see if He could hear what voices she was talking about.
Queen of Fyre: "I can't see how not, they are very loud today, and bossy too!" nods sure of herself. "Now about that potato....You got one?"
King of Fyre: "I think there might be one in the pantry?" He said, still very confused on what exactly was going on. "Why do you need a potato?"
Queen of Fyre: "Oh good.... to change the light bulb of course." she answered sitting there calmly smiling at him, as she randomly scratched at her infected arms that seemed to itch.
King of Fyre: He reached out, taking Her hands, and lacing his fingers with her's so she couldn't scratch anymore. "How about we go out today?" He suggested. After what they'd found out the other night, He had an idea that He wanted to try.
Queen of Fyre: She looked down at their hands now realizing what she had been doing. Hearing his voice she looked back up. "Go out? What about my potato, I need it!" she said panicking.
King of Fyre: "We can pick one up from the earth Kingdom. the best ones grow there."
Queen of Fyre: She cocked her head to the side pursing her lips slightly before speaking. "Your not trying to trick me are you?"
King of Fyre: "Trick you? into what? you said you needed a potato, the best ones always grow in the earth Kingdom."
Queen of Fyre: "You didn't answer my question, are you lying to me? What makes the Earth Kingdom potato's better than potato's here...Hmmmmm?"
King of Fyre TFR: "Why do you even need a potato to change a lightbulb?" He asked.
Queen of Fyre: "Why do you keep answering my questions, with questions? Hmmm? and I told you why I needed the potato, it's to change the light bulb!" she tosses her hands in the air exasperated.
King of Fyre: "Because I don't know what you're talking about. What benefit does a potato have to changing a lightbulb? Do you need a certain kind of potato? there's a lot of different kinds you know. Red, whit, yellow, purple, russet, sweet..."
Queen of Fyre: Huffs unhappily now, an evil glint dancing in her eyes now. "I don't care what color the potato is, I just need one! Not too big, but not too small, kind of thin, but yet perfectly rounded!" growling she turns her head from him her voice raising slightly. "I told you not now, taking over the world can wait, it's all about the potato right now, so go away!" She looks back to her husband frustrated now. "Don't you know anything about changing light bulbs, you need a fucking potato!"
King of Fyre: "I can honestly say I've never changed a lightbulb with a potato." He responded slowly, watching her carefully. His concern for her sanity was growing.
Queen of Fyre: "Well how do you change a broken light bulb, Huh? You need a potato, that's what you need, it's all about the potato!" her temper was rising quickly, and she had begun scratching at her arms again the more agitated she became with things.
King of Fyre: "You didn't say it was broken." He said calmly, taking her hands once more. "There's got to be one in the pantry. Diana brought a bunch of fruits and vegetables after the falling of the veil. She said we needed to get ready for thanksgiving. She wants to put the veggies in the shape of a turkey as a replacement so we don't kill one."
Queen of Fyre: "Why else would I want to change a light bulb?" as the rest of what he was saying sunk in. "You can't make a turkey out of vegetables, you need a turkey, a good big fat one, dead preferably cause I am not chasing it around through the house again."
King of Fyre: "they do burn out." He said, smirking a little at her comment. "I will let you tell her that one. She was pretty adamant."
Queen of Fyre: "It didn't burn out." she drags him over to the refrigerator opening the door pulling her hand from his motioning towards the actual broken light bulb with the sharp edges. "See it's broke broke! You stuff the potato on it and turn to unscrew it so you don't cut yourself, like I did!" she shows him the fingertips of her right hand which are all sliced up. "See!!!! Bad to use fingers, need potato!" she frowns then. "I will tell her that I am not eating any kind of turkey if it is not a real one, veggies, and tofu do not count!"
King of Fyre: He followed her over to the fridge, and looked in. "Ok, that makes sense. carrot might work too. Or cucumber. they have tougher skin." He looked at her fingertips, and frowned.
Queen of Fyre: "Carrot is too hard, and a cucumber is too soft on the inside...Potato's are just right!" she exclaimed crossing her arms to hide her fingertips, and the red infected welts on her forearms. The infection was traveling upwards, but at least not as quickly now, nor were they oozing anymore. "I'll fix it later when we get Your SPECIAL Potato! Are we going now?" she was staring at him her foot continually tapping on the tile floor making a clicking sound to show her impatience.
King of Fyre: He moved to wrap his arms around her. "Yes. We can go now." He kicked the fridge shut with his foot, and sifted them away. He didn't take them to the earth Kingdom though. He took her to Laire Ando.
Queen of Fyre: They appeared in an unknown place. A frown curved her lips as she glared up at him scolding. "Where are we? This is not the Earth Kingdom! Did you forget how to get there or something?" she smacked at his chest moving back to get a better look at where he had taken her.
King of Fyre: "Laire Ando." He said, moving closer to her. "The Dark Queen can't do anything because she is connected to he darkness, and a servant of the dark sibling. Who better to help fight a powerful dark being than a servant of the light sibling?
Queen of Fyre: She looked back to him frowning even more. "I don't think we are going to find any help here.....unless your willing to trade your teeth, and I happen to be very partial to my fangs, and teeth!" she retorted having heard the tales.
King of Fyre: "I have jars of teeth in the warehouse. I can make a deal with them with the winery too, and the club. I have access to a lot of teeth, and they know that."
Queen of Fyre: sighs as she rolls her eyes remembering the jars of teeth in the warehouse, along with all the other oddities he collected as well. "Fine....if you think it might work...." she huffed slightly not feeling as optimistic as he was. "Let's go see Esmerelda so she can hand me a pair of ruby slippers to click together three times whenever I want to go home from my dreams." she spat out completely being sarcastic about the whole idea of it. Her mood shifting once more, becoming agitated, she began once again to mindlessly scratch at her arms.
King of Fyre: He took her hand, ignoring her sarcastic comments. He took Her towards the portal, knowing that the Vakha would have to make an appearance soon.
Laire Ando Vakha: "arltad!" She exclaimed, seeing the couple appeared out of nowhere. She approached them quickly, realizing who they were when she got close enough. She stopped in her tracks. There was a dark aura rolling off of the Earth Queen. "What have you gotten yourself into" She asked, approaching cautiously now. Her voice was melodic, her movements graceful. "My name is kerrilie by the way, not esmerelda." She looked to the Fyre King. "Why have you brought such darkness to the light realm?"
Queen of Fyre: "Esmerelda, Kerrilie...who cares? Can you just hand over the ruby slippers, and if you can spare a potato that would be really great!" she flashed her fangs at the woman taking a step closer without even knowing she was doing so. Her hand reached out, the dark sickening lines in her arm seeming to throb. Her hand stopped mid air, and she shook her head snapping venomously. "What do you mean What I Have Gotten Myself Into?" Her eyes blazed with a dark fire, her temper rising quickly now. "Don't you speak to my Husband that way, you keep it up, and I will drain you where you stand!" the woman's voice grated on her nerves, and she wanted nothing more right then than to kill her.
Laire Ando Vakha: "I care!" She responded back with an annoyed tone, but remained perfectly calm as the Earth Queen ranted, and threatened her. "You kill me, and you will never be free from the grasp of the dark forest." She nodded towards the wounds on her arms. "You crossed the forest, and they do not like it." She looked back to the Queen. "Now. Do you want help or would you like to threaten me some more and see where that gets you?"
Queen of Fyre: "I did no such things!" she snarled snatching her dagger from it's sheathe on her thigh taking another menacing step towards the woman. "How dare you accuse me of things. I have had enough of you, and your musical voice." another step closer, as she decided on how to strike. Her eyes were turning black, the infection spreading the more she was angered. The eerie red lines started gracing her face.
King of Fyre: He noticed the change in his wife, and moved between the two women. His hands resting on His wife's shoulders, keeping her firmly in place.
Laire Ando Vakha: Once She saw the darkness in the Queen's eyes, and the lines spreading to her face, she knew that there was nothing she could do. She raised a hand, sending a blinding flash to the Queen's brain, filling Her with pure light for a moment before disappearing to the safety of the light.
Queen of Fyre: She screamed in frustration trying to move past her Husband, then screamed once more in pain, her dagger falling from her hand as she clutched at her head falling to her knees. She tried to breathe, but the air just wasn't making it into her lungs fast enough. When she was finally able to open her eyes she was confused. She didn't know where she was, or what was going on, and her arms itched horribly, as well as them aching.
King of Fyre: He fell to his knees beside her as she crumpled in pain. He checked her over, making sure she was alright before pulling her close against him, and sifting them back home to their bedroom.
SILENT DREAMS OF THE PAST: PART THREE {TFR - FK - EK}
Once back at home she was highly confused with what had happened through out the day. Her Husband sat her down on the bed checking over her once more gently caressing her cheek before sitting besides her beginning to explain the events of the day. She sat quietly listening to all that he told her. At one point she got up, and began to pace the room, walking out to check on Lael with his new guard which apparently her Husband had ordered when Geneva took some of the bandages she had worn, then hurried off to analyze them in hopes of finding a cure for whatever it was that had been injected into her. She reappeared in the room when she was satisfied that her son was okay, only then did she catch her reflection in the full length mirror on the closet door. She started to cry, turning going quickly to her Husband sitting down beside him once more. He sat for hours comforting, and talking with her trying to help figure out what was trying to take hold of her through her dreams. Finally they lay down together, and she pretended to sleep waiting for him to drift off. Once he had she slipped from the bed once more to walk the house restlessly, repeating her ritual of two pots of coffee extra strong to keep herself awake.
The time came when she could drink no more, and helped herself to a beer noticing the broken light bulb. Setting her beer down she retrieved a potato from the pantry, slicing off the tip of it, and then forced it over the broken end of the bulb in the fridge. As hard as she tried, she could not get the damn thing to turn; the only thing she succeeded in doing was wasting a potato. With a snarl she threw it across the room, and used her fingers instead, slicing the tips once more, but she didn't care, she worked at the thing until she was finally able to get it loose enough to unscrew it, tossing it's remains across the room to join the dead potato on the floor. She sucked at her fingertips for a few minutes to clear them of her very own blood that graced them, then picked up her beer taking a long swig heading to the table to take her seat as always, staring out the bay window at her dying garden, getting lost in thought.
King of Fyre: Waking in the morning, he looked over to her side of the bed. She wasn't there. He heard the noises downstairs, and got up to head down and check. He saw the potato on the other side of the room, and looked back to his wife. "Take it the potato didn't work?" he said, heading to the coffee pot as isual, only to find it empty. He turned to look at her a moment more. She must have been up all night. "I thought maybe we could go to the capitol today. They mist have something in the Queen's library about whatever this is that is tormenting you."
Queen of Fyre: Being lost in thought she did not hear him come down from upstairs. Hearing his voice she was startled from thought, spilling some of her beer on her self. Setting the glass on the table she looked at him annoyance could be seen within her eyes as she spoke. "No the potato didn't work, but at least it is dead now!" Her cold eyes followed him as he moved through the kitchen turning back to look at her. "Why are you looking at me that way, did I grow an extra head over night or something?" she snapped at him becoming more irritated by the second. She snatched the glass off the table a small bit spilling on her again, but this time she did not care as she raised the glass to her lips to take a long swig of it, then held the glass close against her chest as she answered him. "And what do you think we will find in the Capital, Huh? Nothing but a bunch of pompous asses, that is what we will find there!" the last of her words had come out in a low snarl, her hand clutching the beer glass tighter while she glared at her Husband.
King of Fyre: He frowned as she continued. Whatever Kerrilie had done to bring her out of her mood yesterday had completely worn off. "Thane and Yvonne are not pompous, and you know that. You like Yvonne. Kassi, and the advisers I understand, but Those two are different. Thane knows things. He helped Aidan when the dagger drove me crazy, and I think He can at least narrow things down, so we can figure out how to fix what is going on with you."
Queen of Fyre: She watched him not liking the look on his face, her agitation growing slowly as she listened to him speaking to her. She snarled low setting her glass on the table. “Who ever said I liked them? Thane…” She hissed between clenched teeth. “The almighty know it all!” Reaching forward her hands grasped the table edge as she rose to stand leaning over it slightly. “Who made him god almighty? Oh just go ask Thane, he will know?” She spat out sarcastically, her eyes turning obsidian as she glared at him. She let go of the table with one hand, then the other, snatching her glass up from the table taking a long swig of her beer. Her next words dripped with venom, fangs showing as she sneered at her Husband. “Who said I had to be fixed? Huh? I’m not broken; I do not need to be fixed in any sort of way! There is nothing wrong with me, or do you think there is?” She questioned staring him down; her temper had risen to the extremes. In her minds eye all she saw was red, the glass in her hand was clutched tight as she cocked her arm back, and then threw it at him. Though something within her held back, but only slightly so her aim was off. The glass hit the refrigerator door shattering a mere inches from where he stood, beer splashing out in the process. “Now look what you went, and made me do!” She growled at him fangs bared completely. “Clean it up!” Without another word she stormed out the back door, the power behind it, splintering the door from it’s hinges as she barreled down the steps out into the yard heading into the garden disappearing.
King of Fyre: Her reaction was completely surprising to him, and all He could do was stare in shock. He couldn't believe the things she was saying, especially since She was the one who had chosen Yvonne as Lael's godmother. He was stunned completely when The glass missed his head by merely a few inches. He couldn't say anything in response, or even react because He was stunned to silence. Before He even fully registered what had happened, She was gone and out the door. He looked out to the garden, something that had once been her pride and joy, and gotten the same amount of attention she gave to lael. The once lively blooms were now dark, and beginning to decay. The life seemed to be draining out of them faster than it should be this time of year. He wanted to head after her, but knew that in the state she was in, he shouldn't even try. Instead, He made His way up the stairs quickly, and gathered Lael from his crib. He packed a small back, and rocked the fussy infant, who would not look away from the pixies in the mobile above his crib. He sifted them away, heading to the Capitol to see the King and Queen of all. They were the last chance at finding out what was going on with his wife. They should have been the first ones they went to, but there was no point in regret now. He just hoped that there would be something there.
SILENT DREAMS OF THE PAST: PART FOUR {TFR - FK - EK}
Having left the house, and disappearing into the garden in her sudden rage, she walked the maze slashing at her beloved blooms, not taking notice they were dying with the recent events going on. Things had not been tended to in quite some time, growing out into the paths, gnarled roots sifting up through the ground poking out. A few times she stumbled over them cursing slashing out more because of it, then tore and slashed some more of the plants. When her temper was finally sated, and she gained some sort of control of herself, she stared at her bloodied hands not sure of what had happened. Was she really losing it that badly? She asked herself. She sat down in the mess of splayed and broken branches of her beloved roses, and began to cry feeling so very drained, and tired. How did she end up at the back of the maze so quickly? It seemed like she was only there for a few minutes.
Sitting there she pondered it all, trying to remember what exactly had happened, and how she had gotten here so far away from the house. She didn’t notice how dark the forest was behind her garden, or the roots of the plants sneaking closer just beneath the surface of the soil. She was too caught up in her mind, caught up enough to not even realize she was lingering between a dream like state and reality this time. From the corner of her eye she finally noticed the disruption of the soil, just as the sickly root reached for her snagging her ankle wrapping about it quickly. With a disgusted cry she stood snatching her dagger from its sheathed reaching down cutting the abomination holding her in place. Stepping back, almost stumbling onto her ass once again she quickly gained her balance staring in disbelief.
She had backed up enough to where she was standing on the worn path of the forest now. Taking in her garden from the small distance she could see something was very wrong, the whole thing had come to life with movement. Branches for the forest reached for her, she felt the all too familiar pull of the dark entity once more. How had it gotten here? Was she sleeping again? None of those details mattered right then, only her survival. She turned yelling as she ran down the worn beaten path towards the river where so many times she had picnicked with her Husband. She hoped safety could be found there. Her one hand held her dagger, the other now held onto a massive blade, one she did not recognize but used to her benefit slashing at the sick, decaying branches as they reached for her. “Why are you doing this to me?” Her question went unanswered; the only sound to be heard was the movement of the forest, and the howling wind. When exactly had that started?
She was quick, and nimble in her ways, easily leaping over the much larger roots that had come up from the ground to block her escape, ducking under other obstacles that seemed to appear higher up to try and catch her off guard. The musical chiming could be heard randomly, along with small flashes of color. Such things could only be pixies, but how did they escape the mobile, or exactly how did they get into the human world? The little bastards could be vicious, their teeth as sharp as a piranhas as well as their appetite. She moved even faster now, not wanting to encounter them on her own, she needed to reach the safety of the river, and quickly if she was going to survive now. It seemed like forever that she had been running, her legs growing tired, her movements almost sluggish, randomly tripping now to the point where she would almost take a tumble, only to right herself trying to continue on. She could see the formation of rocks in the distance, so familiar, yet they almost look dangerous now, the edges so sharp. She didn’t care; she felt it to be her only haven.
She pressed herself harder reaching her destination, quick, and careful she moved over the rocks to the flat surfaced out cropping and pier. She sat herself down on the edge of the pier glancing back, her breathing labored. Now was when she seriously needed a pair of ruby slippers to click together that would take her home, home to where this nightmare no longer existed. Stupid movies always giving some kind of hope to the humans, why didn’t such things actually happen when you truly needed them? She closed her eyes drawing her legs up to her chest burying her head onto them; her long hair cascaded down around her hiding her face. Closing her eyes she wished it all away, it was her dream, her nightmare come to life, it had to go away if she wanted it to, right? She scolded herself for having left the safety of her home; her Husband who was there that always helped her ground herself in some sort of way. Why had she left it to begin with she wondered again. She began to rock herself crying more, her mind reeling with everything happening just wanting to wake up, needing to, she felt it deep within her bones that it was so important that she did, and soon.
Ba’al:
Once He arrived in the Capitol, He was stopped by guards. A low growl rumbled in his chest, eyes darkening as they narrowed on the guard that dared to try and stop him. “I know that you know who I am. I advise you to let me pass before I turn you into nothing more than dust.” His voice was a low growl. “Let him pass.” A voice He recognized said from behind the men. Once they parted, he saw the adviser from th Earth Kingdom. “Lord Miltiades… I’ve come for help from the King and Queen to save My Wife. She’s under the influence of something… very strong. She’s not herself and I don’t know where else to go.” He said, looking to the adviser that had always been the more sympathetic of the four of them. The Adviser waved a hand, motioning for him to follow. The guards let him pass, and he gave the men a smug look as he followed, and straightened his jacket. He followed the Earth adviser into the office of the King, and sat down, rocking, and tending to the now fussing Lael. He missed His Mother, it was easy to sense. “Home will return to us soon.” He whispered to the boy, who quieted soon after, and He looked up to Lord Miltiades, who had moved to stand behind the desk, but slightly to the left. “We’ve gone to the Dark Queen, and She could not help us. It’s something from the dark forest. Something more powerful than her.” He began explaining all that happened, trying to remember everything that had happened, and figure out what could have begun all of this. “We tried going to Laire Ando, but that was…a disaster.” He shook his head, playing it back in his mind. “It made her worse.” The adviser stood quietly, just listening. “This morning when I mentioned coming to the capitol, she freaked out, and threw her glass at me. She is never violent with me. She never has been. So. When she ran off this morning I grabbed Lael, and brought Him here for safety.” He moved his arm to gesture to the now sleeping baby. “I will make sure the King comes to speak with you, His knowledge of the history within the realm should be helpful in narrowing down what exactly is after your wife.” Lord Miltiades stepped forward as he spoke, extending his arms to reach for the child. “And I will take the Child to the Queen, and give her time to spend with her godson.” Ba’al handed the boy over carefully, pulling the bag from across his chest to hand to the adviser. “I will wait here until the King comes.” He said, watching the adviser with his son. He couldn’t help but wonder what his wife was going through. “He will be safe.” Lord Miltiades assured him before heading out of the room with the child.
Thane:
The morning had begun peacefully and quiet for once. They rarely had time to themselves since taking over as the rulers for the entire realm. They were sitting down for breakfast when Lord Miltiades walked into the room holding a child, and carrying a diaper bag. As He approached closer, it was obvious who the child was. Yvonne stood up instantly, snatching the child from the adviser’s arms, and began to coo, and dote on the infant, something that was not objected against from the small prince. As she doted on the child, the adviser walked closer to him, and explained the current situation. “Send him in here, and have the biblleaoharlan bring in all of the books on the dark forest.” Thane ordered, His attention turning to His wife with the child as the adviser left the room. A smile formed as he watched how wonderful she was with the child. It wasn’t long though before the biblleaoharlan pushed in a cart full of books. He began to look through them, spreading them out over the table as he waited for the King of Fyre to enter. It didn’t seem too long before the door opened once more, and the King instantly moved to where Yvonne was playing with his Son. A small smile curved on the King’s lips as he bent down to see his son before heading over to sit beside thane. “Congratulations.” The King whispered as He took a seat. “On what?” Thane whispered back, tilting his head in confusion. “You’ll see.” The fyre King responded with a hint of amusement. Thane only shook his head, ignoring the cryptic comment from the King, and put his focus on the task at hand. “So tell me everything that happens in her dreams.” Thane said, looking over th many books that had been spread out before him. Ba’al: “The nightmares began with the forest, in the human world. It changed though to the dark forest when they grabbed her. She was scratched in the real world where they had scratched her in the dream. I tried healing her with the healing breath, but it did nothing. She became infected.” The King began, trying to recall all he could. “She went into the dream again and the Dark Queen went in with her. That was how we figured out that it was something in the dark forest. With her being a servant of the dark Sibling, she was powerless.” He paused, glancing over to where Yvonne was quietly playing with the infant. “She said that She saw our house burning in the next dream. I took Her to see someone in the light realm. We spoke with the Laire Ando Vakha. She wouldn’t let us cross the portal, and even her presence seemed to agitate My Wife. Shee ended up attacking the Vakha, and was blinded by a burst of pure light. It seemed to bring her to her senses until this morning. That was when she attacked me, and I knew that something needed to be done. I hoped that there would be something in the library to explain what it is in the forest. The vakha said that she crossed the forest, and they do not like it.” “What did she take from the forest?” Yvonne asked casually, The attention of both men turning to her. “What do you mean?” Ba’al asked, his brow arching curiously. He’d nearly forgotten that when She took over as Queen, Se would have taken in the knowledge of the previous Queens of all, including the Mother. That was the belief, but He had never rally believed the Mother and th siblings had ever been alive in physical form. He’d always looked at them as more mythological figures than anything. “She angered the forest. What did she take from it? The old gods were set in place by the dark sibling to watch over each of the areas within its realm. They’ve all been asleep until now. She must have done something to wake it.” Yvonne continued, still doting, and cooing over the child. “I know the stories. Those aren’t real though. They’re only meant to scare people into behaving.” He scoffed. “If there were really something watching over the forest, it would be angered by the eating and trapping of pixies all through the realm.”
Thane: “Nothing’s been brought over through the portals before though…” Thane said, his voice thoughtful. “Father mentioned that you used wood from the dark forest for lael’s crib. You have pixies trapped in balls for his mobile… you also served pixie wings at your older son’s wedding in the human realm.” He continued, looking to the fyre King as he sat up. “I’d say that’s enough to anger the older gods.” He added. “So How do we Kill a god?” the fyre King asked. “You use the power of the Mother.” Thane responded, looking to his wife. Shee:
The sounds of the river running its course were soothing to listen to. It quieted her, but she still sat curled in upon herself, the dagger, and new blade clasped tightly within her hands. She latched onto the that factor, letting the sounds calm her enough to where she had stopped rocking herself, and the crying had ceased. She really wished for her Husband to be there, he was always her solid rock she clinged to, always so supportive. Why wasn’t he there, she tried her hardest to remember all that had happened. Did she kill him in her fits of rage that seemed to take over coming from out of no where? Her tears started again. The blade, she needed to focus on that. Where exactly did it come from? It was something she did not own, and considering she still clutched it tightly within her small dainty hand, she still had to be stuck in her nightmare. Maybe if she cut herself, would it be enough to wake her? Being close to the water already posed as a small haven away from the ominous forest which she felt watching her. The chiming of those evil pixies a constant now, as if feeding the evil within it. When she did wake from this she promised herself to track each one down and kill it. She would make a feast of their tiny parts starting with the wings which happened to be so delicious when fried up. She knew her Husband would enjoy such an adventure if he found her, or was she really truly at home passed out in bed? She didn’t know anymore.
Ba’al:
With the Help of the King and Queen, They had created a blade similar to the daggers that each elemental Kingdom had held. This one was fashioned using a mix of both Light and Dark magic. With Focus, the Queen sent it to wherever his wife had been. If used to defeat the dark entity, it would draw the powers into it much like the elemental daggers, and trap it within. “Now you must go into the dream, and pull her guide her out.” He was told He lay down, closing his eyes, and focusing on the connection that held them to one another. He reached out to her within the dream, his thoughts focused only on her. They had done something similar in the past, but that had been only a normal dream. When He tried this time, there was a darkness that blocked him from reaching her. “I recognize your blood.” The voice spoke from the darkness itself. “The Blood of Conleth is strong within you, the blood of Baer is weaker, but still strong… enhanced even. How is this possible?” the Being asked. “I am the King of Fyre, and the woman you torment is My Queen. Together we rule over Conleth, and Baer’s Kingdoms. She has taken in the powers of Baer’s line, and through our sharing of blood, She has gained the powers of Conleth’s line. You would know this if you hadn’t attacked her, and tainted her blood.” He shouted into the darkness. It surrounded him now. The forest itself seemed to disappear, and there was only darkness. “I have gone to the Queen of all, and received help from the Mother. You will be defeated, and you will pay for what you are doing.” He snarled the words, turning in the darkness, trying to find some sort of clue as to where he was. The only response he received was laughter. His eyes closed, and He focused deeper, keeping his thoughts on his wife, and following the connection between them. Her sobs broke through everything. “I’m here” He called out through His mind, reaching out to her. “Do you have the knife?” He asked her through their connection, still lost in the darkness himself.
Queen of Fyre: She felt him, her Husband, if only for a minute second stirring in her mind. It had to be trickery, the evil entity toying with her. She gripped the dagger, and blade tighter within her hands, ready to strike out if need be. Then mention of the new blade caught her attention, the intricate handle seeming to warm, if ever so slightly in her grip. How did he know, was it really a gift from Yvonne, or was it truly just something to be used to trick her with, and object of actual evil itself. The mere thought of that sickened her when the thought of actually cutting her self with it came to mind. She didn’t speak out loud, but in her mind, her voice cautious, soft, almost a whisper not wanting the evil tormentor to hear her. “Is it really you Ba’al? It sounds like you, but how can I be sure, I can’t feel you, where are you? Give me some sort of sign to show me it is really you Mon Amour.” She did not lift her head, not wanting to see; afraid to look knowing pure evil had surrounded her. She knew, but it did not touch her, was it the water keeping her safe, or was it this new blade she held onto tightly as if it was a lifeline? She had to quiet her thoughts, listen hard, but her mind was reeling once again with questions, a low anger building from within once again. She hated that feeling most, when had she become so angry all the time, so untrusting. Yes, she knew she had trust issues with other people, but never her Husband. When did this all happen. Was she truly apart of this darkness now, had it taken over her completely?
Ba′al: He smiled, hearing her voice. It was comforting in the darkness. “Yes it’s Me Ma Reine.” He responded a name only he called her. “I’ve reached you in your dreams before.” He added, trying to think of something that would truly convince her without a doubt. Something that no one outside of them would know. “I need you to come to me. Come with me, so we can grab some of those light fruit grapes. Rebuild the garden in our special spot. The spot where I first showed you my earth powers.” He sent her a mental image with the spot, replaying the moment in his mind. It had been so long ago, but the moment had always been so dear to them. “Where I’ve left you presents when I hid all of your gifts around the house, and gave you poems to find the rest.” He sent more images to her, hoping that they would reach her and her alone.
Shee: She clung to the sound of his voice desperately, it was him, and she knew it with all of her being. His voice soothed her, as did the images he projected to her. The tension that had coiled within her loosened its hold, dispersing. She spoke to him her voice a worried whisper. “Ba’al…..It’s really you! It’s too dark here, I can’t find you, I don’t know where to go!” She felt so lost, afraid to move. If she went back through the forest to the house where she thought he might be, could she actually survive? Focusing hard she searched for the thread of connection he was using reaching out to her, trying to latch onto it, she wanted nothing more than to have his strong arms wrapping around her once more. “It’s too dark Ba’al, I can’t find you. What do I do?” She asked her voice dripping with the panic she felt. She felt the pull again, the evil brushing at her mind, immediately she built up the walls even thicker to keep it away from her precious memories. It whispered through the wind to her, encouraging for her to cut herself, let her self go, to come home to it. She pushed the thoughts from her mind the best she could keeping her full focus on her Husband reaching out to find him, she needed to do so quickly before it was too late.
Ba’al: He caught her thoughts, and was beginning to respond when the darkness cut through again. There was nothing. He was trapped in the endless, cold vacuum of darkness that filled the dark Kingdom. He was not aware of his form materializing before his wife. It was not him, the dark entity had stolen his form, and thoughts. “I’m here, no need to search anymore.” The dark entity said while pretending to be him. The connection changed from being connected to his wife, to watching the dark entity pretending to be him. He tried to yell, to alert his wife in some way that it was not him. No sound came out, and there was something blocking his thoughts from reaching her. Every effort made was thwarted, and responded to with laughter. “You need to come with me. Something happened while you were under the influence of the darkness. I need to show you…” The Dark entity said to her through him. “NO! Don’t follow him it’s not me!” He yelled, putting everything into the scream, focusing completely on their connection. He’s trying to trick you!” He knew it was a wasted effort, but he still had to try. “It will not work.” The entity spoke from th darkness that surrounded him. “There is no way to reach her from here. No force is strong enough to break through.” That laugher echoed through his mind once more, ringing in his ears. He only smiled in response. “You have obviously never met us then.” He responded with a smirk. “Oh I do love you lovers, always thinking your love is greater than anything else. I will enjoy this.” The laughter echoed once more before fading into nothingness. The images appeared once more, forcing him to watch without having the ability to stop anything that was happening.
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