Flashes of bright, colored light. Footsteps. A kitchen covered in white powder. More light. Except this time there was a shape in the middle of it. So hard to make out, though it was right there in front of her. The lights started blinking, and just for a moment Caitlin recognized the shape. A deer.
"Wake up wake up wake up! Breakfast! Breakfast! Pancakes! Pancakes and waffles! Come on, Cay! We can't eat until you get up! And I'm hungry! WAKE UP ALREADY!"
"Ugh, Benji. Go 'way. Sleeping."
"Not anymore!"
"Stop jumping on my bed and I'll consider getting up."
Caitlin's 6-year-old brother hopped backwards off her bed and looked expectantly at her.
"Will you get up now?"
"Oh, fine. Now get out of my bedroom."
"I'm going to wait outside the door for you."
"You do that, Benji."
Benji retreated, fearing his sister's morning bad temper. There were footsteps, and Caitlin waited a little while before getting out of bed.
She blurred through her morning routine while still trying to wake up fully, before wandering downstairs to breakfast, Benji running in front of her.
Breakfast was uneventful, apart from the family dog, a terrier named Skate, jumping onto the table and running off with a block of cheese.
But all through the meal Caitlin was thinking about her dream. What could it mean? She had a feeling it was important, that it was more than just a dream. Unconsciously, her hand went to the streak of color in her hair. It had been there since she was five, and it wouldn't come out no matter how hard hr parents had tried. It had also become uncuttable so there was literally no way of getting it out.
A deer with rainbow fur
What?
Standing in the back garden
Why had she never remembered this before?
A flash of bright colored light
What was going on?
The garden was empty again
Oh.
Apart from a set of hoof prints on the frosty grass
That day.
And words in the air
Words in the air?
When you remember seek me out and both our worlds will be preserved.
There hadn't been any words in the air. At least not that she could recall.
Find me. Save both of our worlds. You are the only chance my people have.
A/N
OK, so this one was a bit short. But I have serious writer's block at the moment and this is all I could manage. :)
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One More Star
FantasyWhen Caitlin Witherell was five years old, she saw a deer with a pelt that was every color of the rainbow and several more, standing in her back garden. She told her parents, who complimented her on her imagination and went back to their lives. She...
