Nightmare and Phantasm (Part 1 of The C.S.F.A Chronicles) *Unfinished*

Part I - Dream

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Part I

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The resonance of the wrath echoes aimlessly into the once chromatic and irenic woods of the wisterias. The panic-stricken animals, craving to seek for safety, desperately cast around for an area protective enough for them to huddle at a rapid pace, and swiftly inside their defenseless homes that they viewed as defensive against the enraged Devil. The intimidated and alarmed youths cuddles and mumbles to their parents in fear for their protection as the fearless sound of the tempestuous Mother Nature continue to holler aggressively throughout the series of the unprotected wisterias.

When the noise swirls into echoes as the dark shifts to grey, the unpleasant affright of the unending struggle between fates fades slowly into lustrous dawn. The ray of light, so heavenly crepuscular, reflects and shines at the dewdrops of the end as it falls down into the puddles of crystal clear water in the smoky grey mist. No sense of sound could be heard in the moribund woods besides the chilling winds and the soulless silence in the morning's commencement of a new day.

In a soundless, isolated area far deep into the hollow, achromatic, and mystical area of the silver forest, the thick mist flows around so lowly it makes the solid ground unable to be seen in the leafless woods. Leaning next to a lifeless tree lays a small girl half-asleep in her pitch black cloak sewed by the Crow of Contingency. Consciously knowing the situation of her surroundings and the doleful atmosphere poisoned by melancholia, the sleepy youth, without any other sudden movement, slowly lifts her drowsy eyelids and silently, at a slow speed, she turned right to see the ghost-like and shadowy black figure - the hooded silent reaper in which is staring straight back at her in the silence of the mist, with a face covered with the shaded darkness no one could ever see in a normal life. With the increasing curiosity filling inside the youth, the girl opened her mouth and quietly asked,

"Who are you?"

No sound came but quietude in a moment that seems to last so long but so short in an amount of time in what is like a dream. Even though she realized that the muted figure won't ever respond to her small question, fear steadily develops in her heart as she unconsciously wasn't perceived of her body informing inside of herself that a weak, defenseless person like her shouldn't ever be near such a dangerous, cold-hearted, and dim monster. Instead of becoming more curious that she once was earlier, she chose the alternative way - to follow her instincts to get up and run away from the irregular raven.

With her long black hair flowing like the wind, the young girl attempted to run, fearing that Death would yank her away. However, instead of being caught and dragged into Hell, a tiny object hit her neck almost sharply. The child fell down and turns around nearly flabbergasted, but only to see the dark reaper nowhere at sight. She lifts her right hand to grab the miniature object she had just felt earlier that landed in her large hood and pulls out a melancholy gray orb. So pitiful and shiny like a desolated crystal, it attracts the girl's dark brown eyes as she gently rubs her aching neck. She then puts it in her pocket and stands up, thinking about touring around in the world of hidden mysteries and wonders.

Wandering around with no direction to follow; feeling lost in the woods with no exits, with the chilly wind blowing her long raven-black cloak and nothing to see but the silver mist. The lonely youth glances at the white sky and astonishingly noticed a crack. She turned to her left and with both eyes widened, she spotted a humongous, celestial black hole sucking in various trees and boulders at far distances from where the child stood at. Knowing a place that the child would like to see instead of utter nothingness, she jubilantly and cheerfully sang a melody while skipping and waving her arms around like a bird through the dead nature.

"Two lone blackbirds, two lone blackbirds,

Flapped their wings, flapped their wings,