The only sound that reached my ears was the pounding rhythm of my own heart beat.
A dream...
Over the past few nights, I'd been having really strange dreams. Most didn't stick with me, and were quickly forgotten.
Others stayed forever; fresh and vivid. I was able to re-call every moment, as if it was a movie i could simply play back in my mind.
Most of the ones i memorized involved me, usually fighting, but not at all like how i handled Taylor. In fact, i didn't use my fists at all...
A keyblade. Sometimes two. That was really the only object that i could put a name to.
At times, i could use two at a time; duel-wielding. One was a pearly white with a star keychain on the end, while the other was a sleek black with a blue gem.
I also used a large assortment of magic in my dreams, from healing spells to controlling different elements.
As the dreams progressed, they became more vivid. I always woke up with a strange sense of deja-vu, but there way no way any of that could be real... Right?
I mean, i already knew that i was different. My wounds healed days faster than they would for normal people, i could smash a brick to pieces with my fist or foot, and my level of endurance was higher than the average cheetah. My intelligence is pretty high also, not to brag. I've never studied a day in my life, and every thing i learn in school, i already know...
But i don't know what i am.
The more i focused on the dreams, the creepier things started to get. It all felt so fresh, yet... I've lived with my brother for almost a full year now, and we lived with our mom just before. My childhood was boring; it consisted of lots of junk food, sleep, and video games with my brothers. I couldn't remember anything besides that, but i know nothing spectacular ever occurred.
But i swore, i knew the people from these dreams...
It felt like i had... Restrictions on parts on my own mind. Everything felt so familiar, and whenever i thought i was getting close to remembering why, then- BAM! Brick wall. Back to blank.
My eyes widened, as i stared up at the pitch black space that was a part of my bedroom.
What if these dreams... Really are somehow pieces of my past..?
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Someone From The Dark
FanficXena Ross is a 17 year-old girl in high school who lives with one of her older brothers. Her memories of her past don't seem to reach back too far, but that never seemed to raise a flag to her; Not until the dreams started, at least. Dreams of her a...
