I Think the Dream Made me Strong?

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"呂工レヨ 凵己 卞廾ヨ 片ヨと."

"Leave me alone!" I screamed, covering my ears with my hands. The voices, the voices, the voices. They wouldn't leave.

I clutched onto my necklace for dear life. I don't know what they wanted with it, but they needed it for something.

I opened my eyes, seeing nothing but a moving blur of green, spinning around me.

"と回凵 句回几'卞 几ヨヨ句 卞回 句工ヨ 乍回尺 丹 己工冊尸しヨ 卞尺工几片ヨ卞," the voices around me whispered.

"If it's so simple, why do you need it?" I yelled.

I could hear a hiss of annoyance, as a bony hand reached out and grabbed me by the arm.

Another skeleton? Is this whole race after me now?

"呂工レヨ 工卞 卞回 凵己!"

I screamed again and tried to yank my arm out of their grasp, but it was no use. Their grip increased with inhuman strength, and I didn't know how much longer I could handle this.

Another hand reached out and grabbed my leg. I tried to reach down with my free hand to pry it off, but something else grabbed my hand.

"LET GO OF ME!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, only causing their grip to tighten.

"句回几'卞 日ヨ 丹 乍回回し!" The voices hissed. I couldn't tell where they were coming from. It sounded like they were moving all over the place, watching everything.

Like they were always everywhere. Like I could feel their presence everywhere, and they wouldn't leave no matter how hard I tried.

Another hand grabbed my shoulder. Then another grabbed my other leg. Soon, I could feel their cold, dead hands everywhere on my body, suffocating me with their vice-like grip.

"SOMEBODY HELP ME!" I screamed, hot tears starting to run down my cheeks, and I dropped to my knees, due to the crushing weight of hundreds of hands pulling me down.

"己尸丹尺ヨ と回凵尺己ヨし乍 丹几句 呂工レヨ 凵己 卞廾ヨ 片ヨと!"

I couldn't give them what they wanted. I wouldn't. I can't let them take the only thing I have left. That necklace was all I had left, and I wasn't going to give it to some voice in my dream.

But it didn't feel like a dream. Not at all. It felt so real. I felt all of it. I felt the deathly hands all over me, trying to drag me in that green void.

"I'LL NEVER GIVE IT TO YOU!" I sobbed, and was silenced by a hand covering my mouth. It felt like it was crushing my skull, but nothing happened. I screamed in pain, wanting it to stop.

The voices seemed to hear my thoughts, and they started whispering around me again.

"丹しし 卞廾工己 凵几几ヨ亡ヨ己己丹尺と 尸丹工几 亡丹几 呂回 丹山丹と 工乍 と回凵 呂工レヨ 凵己 卞廾ヨ 片ヨと. 工卞 山回凵し句 日ヨ 丹 己廾丹冊ヨ 工乍 と回凵 呂回卞 廾凵尺卞."

I shook my head and started sobbing again. I couldn't fall to this... demon. I couldn't imagine the things they would need it for.

I would rather die than give them what they wanted. If it meant to spare Ninjago from pain and suffering, then I would gladly die.

"と回凵 乍回回し. 几回山 己凵乍乍ヨ尺," the voices screamed in my ear like a tea kettle.

I clamped my eyes shut, and I felt one last hand take hold of my neck. I gasped for air, but none came. So I waited to die. I waited for this suffering to go away. But it never did.

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