I Draw, it Lives: Ficeblaze

Chapter One - From Ephemeral Victory, to Ephemeral Collapse

Guys...here it is!! I Draw, it Lives: Ficeblaze...chapter one!

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She was having a dream.

They now noticed her.

The dream was in slow motion, tranquil at first with the darkness radiating over it all. But soon, it threatened to rock Birch's stomach. As she took a close look, everything was in a blurry, fuzzy vision. It was flashy and dizzying, as the hugest construction was being sighted in her dream. It baths in a silvery glow, the shape of a plate—large, huge, magnanimous. It blinded her that she felt like she would disappear in the dream without waking up.

As the image evaporated like waterfalls, the sonatas of crashes endured.

Boulders and stone towers were collapsing. She was falling with it, hand extended to the air but with no response. Magic was clashing like waves around her, making her seem like a seemingly useless pebble, falling with everything collapsed. Birch just wanted to wake up, as ice began painting her vision. Cold, brutal...

It banged across her ears, as if the world from her slumber was having an earthquake. She shivered with fear, wanting to strain her ears by pressing both hands onto them—

Something flashed in the air.

A figure protruded its Conjuring Weapon, ice forming at the very tip its wand. A snowstorm was shaking up, and everything obstructed fell with her—

Suddenly, a figure was bathed in moonlight.

This lustrous source of light shaved the rustic chaos. The banging and crashing stopped.

As Birch's whole self froze, she felt herself heavily breathing—something was going on. The scenery fuzzed and flickered with light and darkness, as the figure's eyes were locked upon the full moon, soon to be washed away in hours. She looked up from the large, circular window, as the thunderous sounds of footsteps marched up.

Birch shook with confusion. About twenty Maskanons marched up to the woman looking through the window, polearms in their hands. They bowed down to the woman.

"Your majesty, the letter is sent." One declared.

"Your majesty! He's sent it, and it's on its way." Another announced.

"Your majesty..." The two, simple words echoed and resounded, each becoming more faded and menacing than the previous.

Majesty. Birch felt her heartbeat race and quake, as if she were going to have an anxiety attack in her very dream. The figure looking up at the moon turned her head, face hidden in the shadowing, dark scenery in the castle. The place was swept in charcoal shadows as her silent nod swept the scenery away.

The silvery glow returned. Never having a warning for the glow, Birch thought she would wake up blind.

No...she could not wake up.

She tried doing something, but it felt like paralysis. The glow was encouraged through her pain, as she her fear weighed. Everything was soon brightening around her...

Another person came.

This person stood next to the large construction, now, in full view. As if the full view was uncrumpled from hidden chains, free to be seen. His face, too, hidden, looked at a flame that was soaring in the sky. It looked like it had just passed by him, an amber, scorching orb that ignited the night. Small and minuscule, but capturing might and wonder in its very shackles.