Dream Catcher Shorts

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!!SPOILER ALERT!!

We might as well start this off with what started it all! Since I won't be giving the short stories titles (I'm using roman numerals), I'll give a small explanation here. 

This short story is basically a longer, more detailed version of the story Velia tells Brianna in her dream world. It's all about Freya, the creator of the Dream Catchers, and her rise and fall. It gives no backstory to her actual character since that is strictly confidential information. At least for now ;^) 

I can't guarantee that this is written well since it's been months since I last read it, but it gets the point across as well as it needs to. 

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"Everyone!" she called, her voice booming against the whispering of the people in front of her. She was holding a glowing scythe in her hands, the blade curling towards her back. "If you have had enough of this dictatorship, follow me!" Her eyes were a bright gold, her presence seemed to light up the dreary gray area she stood in. "I will not fail you, but I need your help to fight back against them! We deserve better than this!"

The whisperings became louder until they turned into cheers and cries. There was hope. She knew there was. She would save them all. She would kill the disgusting demons that took over the kingdom and plagued the world in darkness. They would take no more from the innocent people. She was different from the people, she was bright. Whatever she touched came to life under her touch.

She grinned toothily and stepped towards the person closest to her. The people were tinted gray, there seemed to be absolutely no color in this world at all. She reached out a hand, touching them on the cheek. Suddenly their cheeks gained a rosy tint and their eyes began to glow a bright blue. When the color reached their fingers and hands, they looked down with wide eyes. The crowd went silent as they watched the person's hair turn a mousy brown.

"I'm bringing life back to this world."

Her hand went back to the handle of her scythe. She smiled gently and swung it at the people in front of her. Their eyes widened as the blade neared them before connecting with their skin. She laughed airily as their eyes squeezed shut when it sliced through them. A few moments passed and they were all just as colorful as the first person.

"Put your trust in me."

They began to cheer out once more as she went through the crowd and purified the people. When she was done she went back to where she had been standing before, taking a deep breath before speaking again.

"So, you have two choices. You can go back to your homes or fight alongside me. Those of you who wish to come with me; I will teach you how to use your weapons. We will attack by the end of the week." Her scythe turned into a bright light that seeped into her fingertips. "Make your decision now."

Half of the crowd dispersed quickly into the street. Her gaze stayed glued upon the people still in front of her. After a few moments when it seemed that no one else was planning on leaving, she cleared her throat. "We will meet here when the sun rises in the morning. I will teach you all I've taught myself."

Someone called out from among the crowd. "Where did you come from?"

"I've lived here my whole life, I was once like all of you," she responded. "Now, if everything is clear, you may go home for the rest of the day. I'd like you to sleep on your choice in helping me fight back in case you decide against it."

She turned around and walked away. After a few minutes of walking she reached a door. With her hand on the handle, she opened it and peered in. When she scoped the area, she walked in and shut the door behind her. The room was aglow with pieces of pastel colored shards and circles. She took a deep breath and leaned against the wooden door. What broke the silence was the sound of two pitched voices calling out to her.