Mage's Curse

Nightmares

Seto was wearing sorcerer wear once more. He was eighteen though. His arms wrapped around a girl with green cat eyes, silver skin, deep navy hair, wearing glittering robes.

"I'm not the same anymore. What he did to me-"

She stares at him. "It doesn't matter. Nothing matters anymore. We are together. That's all that matters."

"But- you turned me away. You created me in a way."

She smiles with sharp teeth. "I may have caused this, but a bond never can be broken."

He has a straight expression, unlike her love filled one. "Bonds are broken."

Her free eyes turn red and her warm smile mets into a demonic scowl. She turns into a flaming creature.

Red flames roll of of her and pitch black hair tumbles down her shoulders. She speaks in a shrill screech. "All bonds may be broken! Even those of son and parents!" The girl he once believed to be of night, returned to the Nether.

He appears in a deep navy room, walking on a glass sheet. The only thing separating him from the void.

"They weren't killed," a beautiful voice whispers. As soft as the rays of the moon.

Seto looks up to the endless navy. "Lies."

"Lies to you in the beginning. They knew. They felt shame. They begged-"

"I won't give up," he whispers looking through the glass. "You're playing games, bringing pain."

"The truth is a game. You've lost it all. Just accept."

"I won't let it bring me down."

"Your hope is as thin as the glass you stand on. So paper thing, one wrong step will shatter everything. Dying from a broken dream."

The navy seems to grow darker. "Better watch my step," he says with a slight laugh.

He can he the now agitated voice begin to taunt him again. "They knew. Shame is what they felt. You could have been one of the Moonlit. But you chose them. You ignored it. Your parents look down upon you! Wasting your talent!" A crack appears in the glass. "Why do you still try? Why do you still try? They left you. Begged for death. Trapped in sand as the ultimate punishment for such a horrible crime. Creating you Seto."

Seto grits his teeth and closes his eyes. "My parents would never do that."

She sift musical voice is but a whisper. "But they did."

"Stop!" He screams, slamming his foot down, through the glass. The whole platform sharers and he falls into the endless void, along with the shimmering glass crystals.

Only it's not endless. He lands in a rickety house, old and caked with dust. His old house.

"Your fault."

He turns to see the white eyes demon standing above the corpses of his parents. He feels his stomach lurch. "They asked me too. You did this." One thing he notices is that they have been dead a while. He hold back the bile.

"You. Did. This."

Seto sits up with a yell. A large portion of the kids sit up, looking at him confused. He can feel himself blush as he sinks back into his bed. He untangles himself from his sweaty sheet and quits hugging his pillow.

He looks over and sees FailSing smirking and a few kids still looking at him. No comfort from those horrible images, just laughter and humiliation, as he stares up at the ceiling for the rest of the night.