Carthispire

18

I knew I was dreaming but it all seemed so real. I kept dreaming about the upcoming war. The death and destruction. I looked around my home city and saw the flattened streets. Black winged soldiers with these guns that shot a red beam of light fought our white winged people. They have bullet and plasma guns. Some fell from the sky surly breaking every bone if their weapons didn't kill them. On the ground beasts and these giant spider things were attacking our defense. I ran to my home. In the rubble I found my mother.

Someone stepped on the wooden beam she was under. I looked up to find Lord Valad in black armor with red edging. He had a crown on his head made of the most beautiful gold, jewels, and crystals. My mother gasped and I yelled, "Get off of her!"

He bent down to me and said, "This is a dream. But, this is what will happen if you don't join me."

I woke up in Zeckiel's arms with a jump. He jumped with me and asked in a groggy voice, "What's wrong? What happened?"

"Nothing." I managed to say, "Bad dream."

Fern came out of his room and tried not to laugh at us. My hair was somewhat in Zeckiel's mouth. His hand was on my boob and I think drool was in my hair. We got up quickly and Zeckiel said, "Morning."

Fern said behind us in the kitchen, "Would you like us to call for breakfast or go get it? Make something here maybe?"

"Call for something." I said. I turned to Zeckiel, "You drooled in my hair."

He rubbed his neck, "Sorry. I usually don't do that. Um, so, anyways. We have that meeting today."

I stretched out and yawned, "Yeah... I'm going to take a shower."

In the shower I saw flashes of my nightmares I've been having. I wouldn't put it past the Dark Lord to give me these dreams. I remember them as if they have actually happened. As the water dripped down my face I closed my eyes and saw my mother dead under the beam that used to hold up our roof. I opened my eyes and I saw blood dripping from the shower head. Turned the shower off quickly and closed my eyes to find more grizzly images of war. I opened my eyes and found no more blood in the shower. None of it stained on my body or on the floor I stepped out on.

The Dark Lord wanted me to give in. He wanted me to be scared enough to say yes to his offer. I looked in the mirror and at the scratched where the weird rune laid on my skin. It looked like someone took time with a pencil to do this and deep might I add. Enough so it would lead a scar. I had cleaned it, but how did I get this? I looked up at myself and saw a man with bright green eyes and black hair, staring back at me. I gasped and his movements didn't match mine.

He mouthed something to me and I looked away. The only think at that moment I could think of was the thought of going crazy. I sat on the floor and hugged my naked self. I needed to relax and try to think with a clear head. I started to try and think back at what that guy was trying to say. He seemed familiar to me in a way I would recognize one of my brothers. But, he's not family at all. I didn't know who he was.

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We were escorted to a building in the city center. A tall building that look like it could topple over in any second. Izzy said you get used to it. We got into the building with Zeckiel making sure no one took photos by spreading his wings as a shield. He kept me hooked to his arm in all of the chaos. Once inside we were guided into a room on the thirtieth floor. The elevator carried us up the conservative, modern, and ginormous skyscraper. Lastly we were taken to this room with one huge white table.

There we met representatives from each part of this faction and the ambassador from the other faction. Also this woman who was clearly from the rebel group. The people who represented the faction and the ambassador were dress in professional dress. Men wore blue or black suits with ties to match. The one woman in the group had silver, short, and soft looking hair. She had on very glamorous makeup and dressed in a tight black dress. She had on a pearl necklace and her nails were short but painted red. Her lipstick was a dark burgundy and everything about her; the way she sat, the way she looked up at us, the way she smiled. All of it screamed her love of power and control.