The Moon That Rose At Dawn

Chapter two Masked Attackers

Chapter two. Masked Attackers 

"Nirrana." A voice said faintly to my surprise. The onlooker was the harbinger of my ultimate fears. Her voice withered like a rose. She hung mere inches above my face before saying the words, "You rise with the moon and she, with the sun..." This was the same thing I had heard when I was young.  

I stood there in shock as Monster slowly rose off my assailant. The heavily Japanese influenced woman with the Oni mask stood. She grinned all most ferociously. Her hand rose to the grey piece of wood, as she removed it she winked. Her face bore similarities to my own I noticed before I suddenly woke on the cold hard floor.  

That same ominous mask lay on the floor in front of me. My heart lurched, it was real. It seemed to call to me, but I laughed the idea off. I was acting crazy, or was I? My dog was laying half on and half off me. He's always so protective. I don't know what I would do without him. My lovable creature is always there for me after one of these dreams. I've been having them since my birthday, and that was only a few months ago, yet I am getting these dreams more frequently. "Monster do you want to go for a walk?" I could tell he knew I was fine because he went back to his usual energetic self, but there was a problem, that demon mask was still on the floor. I went to get some paper towels and picked it up to burn it... Then darkness... 

It was nearly three hours later until I awoke. Half of my face burned like a never dying ember. I scathed my fingers across my face hoping, just hoping that it wouldn't be there. But it was... I opened my mouth to scream, but all that was there was more empty air. Hopelessness clutched me as I attempted to take that thing off my face. But of course it wouldn't budge. Now only half of my face was visible. I stood tall before looking into the glass surface of the mirror that lay on my wall. I lost my breath, gasping, I looked at myself. My beautiful black hair had become white. It reminded me of an aged woman. Half my arm lay in ruin, it was the half that carried the cursed demon mask. The thing grinned, pleased with itself for taking up part of my face. My arm was another story, it was partially burnt carrying the markings of black flames. To all of my despair my dear mother walked into my room. Her green eyes casually slid my way before growing wide. "N-Nirrana?" She squeaked, her voice growing hoarse. This wasn't something my mother would normally do...