To Be A Legend ¤Legends Of Tomorrow Fanfic¤ (DISCONTINUED AND SWITCHED AUTHOR)

Our World's About To Break

"I'm now a legend, whether I want to be or not."
-Sonny Rollins

I followed the time traveler onto the roof of one of the medium-sized buildings in Star City, and don't ask how we got up here. I could say I was shocked that I found eight people, all people I know personally, unconscious on the roof, but that would be an understatement.

"WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE KEEPERS DID YOU DO?!" I yell, my eyes darting over the peaceful forms of my friends, well not all where my friends, but that doesn't matter! Rip looked shocked at my sudden burst of anger.

"They weren't so eager, and I couldn't do this with out them! I didn't realize you knew all of them!" I roll my eyes, watching my friends twitch slightly, and Snart was actually smiling. Not his usual devilish grin, but a sincere smile.

"What're you dreaming of, Elsa?" I laughed at my own nickname for him, reaching into his mind, surrounded by the concrete wall that surrounded all of his emotions. I was the only one able to break through that wall, and seeing as that's the case, Cisco jokes that I love him. Breaking down the final wall, I almost lost concentration. There was the usual flash of light when I entered deeply into somebody's mind. My body should be hitting the ground about... now.

Flinching slightly, I stepped through a huge metal double door that blocks his dreams. Each person has a different door. Barry has a door like the one in his childhood home, Cisco has a futuristic door, but Leonard had a simple iron door. Nobody has been able to read my mind, so I don't know what my door is like.

My combat boot sunk into soft grass. Moonlight drenched a small clearing up ahead. I could hear the faint sound of children's laughter from the clearing. I walked slowly through the the forest, the unnatural warm air of the dream world made me pull down my cloak.

I heard the laughter grow louder as I moved closer to the clearing. Tilting my head slightly, I moved on top of a tree expertly that hung over the clearing. On the top branch, I saw what seemed to be a small picnic drenched in the silvery moonlight.

I almost fell out of the tree when I realized who were having the picnic. Sitting on a patchwork quilt were two small children. The boy was small, shorter than most children. He had short brown hair and blue eyes like two shining crystals reflecting the moon.

The other child was the face I hadn't seen in a long time. The straight chestnut hair, the firey look in her chocolate colored eyes, the innocence in every movement she made, and the shy smile painted across her lips. I never thought I would see her again.

The small boy was obviously flirting with her, and she was not oblivious. She played as if she was shy and frightened, but to the keen eye you could tell she was exactly the opposite.

Leaning against the trunk of the tree, my legs dangling off the branch and swaying back and forth, my mind searching for what happened on this night. We were having a lovely picnic, we played off each other so well, and then... Oh god...

The images cross my mind for the first time in years. I cringed as the sound of dozens of voices wrang through the warm air followed by dozens of footsteps following close behind trampling the beutiful wild life. The children raised their heads, the cheerful banter disappeared into the air like mist.

I so badly wanted to interfere, but to mess with the dream could alter the memory, which could be hazardous to the person and the world around them.

The footsteps surrounded the clearing, and the heaviest footsteps made it to the entrance. A figure in a long blue jacket stepped out, a horrible smile showed his horrible intentions. His black hair fell down his face forming into a beard. Under his jacket, a brown leather shirt, and he had gray pants and tall boots. I sighed as he walked forward, the children frozen in fear.