Dark Moon

Chapter One

Darkness consumed his senses as his head hit the pillow. The darkness ebbed away, pulling him into a foggy land, a forest of sorts. He could see trees that were lining the edges of his vision. The land seemed familiar, but entirely different. He reached out, trying to touch the landscape. To him, it looked like a meager black and white painting, or a scene from a colorless horror movie. All of his senses were present, his hand hit the fog, cutting through it like a cloth through dust. He blinked, tasting the dull air. Nothing out of the ordinary, the forest smelled of forest. Curious, and feeling slightly trapped, he walked into the woodland. He paused taking a deep breath, feeling the heaviness in the air. Heavy...he thought, nothing should be heavy in a dream world...The world around him spun, he became dizzy, the unease knocking his knees out from under him. "Not this! Not again!" He cursed quietly under his breath. He glanced around quickly, taking shallow, yet rapid breaths, trying to understand what was going on. The dense fog that had encased him in a dome had receded due to his flailing. He slammed his palms into the dirt of the forest floor, and tried to pull himself upright. No budge. He whimpered, reminding himself it was only a dream, and it would end. He looked to the sky, finding the face of a blood-red moon, giving him a cruel glare. Black clouds wafted over the colored sphere, and Dune shifted wolf, still firmly planted in one place. The fog turned black, then began falling, dripping like mist onto the ground, visibly hardening into tiny black crystals. Dune's white fur glimmered red under the crimson light, mocking him for his life. A shadowed figure laughed heartily close by. Silvery hair and deep crimson orbs stared in Dune's direction. "Stay away, you monster!" Dune snarled angrily. The sand around Dune began to rise, and swirl about him like sand in a desert tornado. Dune's hate and rage only escalated with the sand. For this was no ordinary figure. This figure was void of emotion, of empathy and sympathy. Void of kindness or compation. Void of life or heart or soul. Void. And he was Dune's father. The sands grew tighter and tighter, closing in on him, choking him and depriving him of air. Taking him from the light, like a black coffin.

Dune awoke with a jolt, his satin-gold hued bedsheets mangled and cast askew on his matress. He found himself panting heavily, taking a deep breath in and then out. He gave a sigh of relief, and stood carefully, lumbering over to the bathroom across the hall with a stiff back. He'd had that same nightmare everyday for the past two years. His mind wandered back to the fea from the forest. Will I see her again? Probably not. He frowned at his reflection, dusting black hair aside, he picked through it, finding a few strands of white. Maybe the curse'll just disappear...he hoped. He combed it over with his fingers, his previous life and face still haunting him. He quickly readied himself for his final year of highschool, thanking the gods quietly that it was almost over.

He grumbled, rubbing his face harshly with his hands, glaring at his hair, his eyes. Dune growled deeply from his throat before sticking a closed fist into the mirror; directly where his reflection stained the glass. A small crack appeared across the clear, along with a little red. He huffed, pulling away from the bathroom to get ready. His hand began to sting, and he then realized the damage that had been done to his knuckles. Rolling his eyes, he thumped his way down the stairs and into the kitchen cupboards to find bandage. He paused for a moment, then started to laugh. "It seems like I'm always looking for bandages." He shook his head in an amused disgust at himself for his self-inflicted injury as he wrapped it in gauze, and eventually tape. He slid his backpack over his shoulder, and slid out the door to go to the dreaded place called public highschool.

On the way there, he was half-tackled, and half-hugged by a large gingery-haired male who was twice as wide as Dune himself. With a casual 'omf', Dune was on his butt and glaring at the boy. "Very funny Cable. Very funny."

The boy laughed, acknoledging Dune's sarcasm with a snort. "See? I thought so, but then again, looks aren't everything." Cable beamed, and Dune chuckled. How can this boy be so happy-go-lucky this early in the morning? I'm hardly standing. He then remembered the irony of that thought, and picked himself up, brushing off the grass.