Chapter 2
The Dream
A war broke out. Metal clashed together and the clangs of shields rang out. Dead warriors lay on the moist ground in awfully uncomfortable looking positions. Beautifully crafted and shiny swords were drenched in crimson blood. Dented helmets sat upon wounded bodies. And I was just standing, right in the middle of it all. I watched. Blood gushing out of the warriors throats, blood running from their noses, blood dripping down their arms and legs.
Mira was there too. But she looked very, very different. Her hair had been cut short and she looked younger. Dry blood splattered across her face, it was not her own. Her beautiful eyes were blood shot and it seemed as if she had not slept for days.
The war raged on, swords still sliced through the air and the warriors still let out cries of pain. ‘Whoosh!’ The blade of sword that a man was carrying sliced into my shoulder. I yelped. Then I ran. I ran as fast as I had ever ran before. Past all the dying men and women – but mostly men -, past all the shields and daggers, past all the fear and disgust. I ran away from it all. Into the castle walls that lined the beach that the war took place on, and into a small room in the castle.
There was a bed situated in a corner of the tiny room. I climbed onto it and became more aware of my surroundings. A desk was pushed up against a wall on the other side of the room from the bed which I was on. Paintings of people’s faces were hung above a brick fire place. A small window had been made in the middle of the wall, left to the desk.
Then I woke up, I was scared. My non-emotional-self was actually scared. It was an amazing feeling. I have been scared before but that was when I was little, and I was in the zoo. Let me tell you the story...
