The beds here are a little...
I dunno.
Crunchy?
Yeah, they're crunchy.
Not really fun. Not really comfy. But I've had worse.
My head hit the pillow about 30 seconds ago and I'm already fading. Didn't even bother taking my clothes off to sleep.
Sleep hits me like a tonne of bricks.
I'm walking through a tight, cobblestone street.
"Figures," I say out loud. "Why wouldn't I have a dream when I just want to switch off."
I keep walking. My footsteps echoing loudly, then dimly, then deafeningly, then silently.
It's irritating.
My foot comes to a stop on something soft. A chill runs laps on my spine and I freeze in place. My eyes drift down to see the King grabbing weakly at my leg, his face a mess of red and purple splotches.
I yelp and go to pull my foot away. A weight presses down on my shoulders, a hand made of rushing purple energy pushes my knee down harder.
"You wouldn't do it alone. So, let's do it together, Ven." His voice is familiar, like it came from my own thoughts, yet it didn't.
"No..." I whisper.
His face looks ready to burst from the pressure.
I feel a breath on my ear.
A hot, even stream of air.
"Don't look away now." He says.
A face made of the same rushing purple energy enters my peripheral vision, all glowing blue eyes and gnarled red teeth.
I scream in fear and swing an elbow at the face.
I spin on my heel and topple into a chair.
"Hey, hot stuff," a girl sits across from me. "Miss me?"
My head swivels, looking for the purple face.
"Huh? Who?" I ask absently.
"Me, silly," a foot runs up my leg.
I snap my attention to the girl in front of me. She's done up to the nines, all glittering jewels and an obscene amount of makeup.
"Oh, hey V," I say.
"Hey, baby," she walks her fingers up my forearm.
"Been up to much?"
She begins talking, a low droning sound in the background.
This is a dream.
This is just a dream.
It's a dream it's a dream it's a dream it's a dream it's a dream it's a dream it's a dream it's a dream it's a dream it's a dream it's a dream it's a dream it's a dream it's a dream it's a dream it's a dream.
A figure in a red coat appears behind V.
A sword flashes through the air.
A line of crimson jewels drip from V's neck.
Her head topples from her shoulders, her mouth still moving, the buzz of her talking refusing to stop.
I get a proper look at the figure.
It's a girl.
Her face a mirror of my own.
Dark brown hair pulled back into a bun.
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Ven: Part 1
FantasyA tale of mystery, power, and overthrowing governments. I have no idea how to sell this, just, if you want a story about relationships and super powered fights give it a go, you just might like it. It's a world where everyone is born with a power so...
