Legend of the Seven Lights

42. That Dream Again

Hokay, guys, here begins the first chapter of the second half of Seven Lights, opening with the Art Saga! We're gonna cool down from all the crazy action that happened last time; there's plenty of time for crazier action later. A1Z26 Cipher. (Yes, Bill's still trolling us. ;3)

Chapter 42: That Dream Again

Dark hallway

"Hello?" Mary Goldenweek called to no one. She was all alone in a dark, violet hallway, lined with many odd paintings. "Is anyone here? April?"

She walked forward, echoing the halls with the sound of her shoes against the solid floor. The corridor seemed to go on for infinity. She wondered where the exit was. It just seemed to grow darker and darker. Then, she reached the end. There was a painting hanging on the wall. It depicted a sleeping man, with lavender hair, a dark blue jacket, surrounded by blue roses, and holding one to his chest. "Who...Who's that?"

"I have no idea." Mary flinched. She turned around to see Mr. Dark. "I was hoping you did."

Mary stepped backward, looking at him with fear. "You're that... weird guy."

"It took me a while to find your dreamscape." Mr. Dark looked thoughtfully. "In fact, I couldn't seem to find any trace of it. I had to persuade Darkrai to let me in during tonight's round. I wanted to meet you again, Mary, because I want to know... how did you do it? How did your father figure it out?"

"You mean Alvin? My dad?"

Mr. Dark chuckled. "That's not the one."

"I don't know who you're talking about, then."

"I'm sure your memory will kick in. Perhaps that gentleman behind you would know." Mr. Dark pointed at the painting.

Mary stared at the lavender-haired portrait. No matter how long she looked, she couldn't recognize him. She stared closer. The blue roses were pretty. ...She felt a terrible pain in her head. She grabbed her head and shook, feeling agony.

She gasped and started awake in her bed. The guestroom bed she was given in April's house at Water 7. "Good morning, Mary." Her cousin greeted her with a smile in the doorway.

"April..."

"Dad made us breakfast. You always liked to sleep in a lot." She made a light chuckle.

"April... I had that nightmare again."

"Oh..." April frowned. "The one where you're in the gallery?"

"Uh-huh. But this time, that weird guy was in it. He's saying weird stuff."

April noticed her solemn look. Her cousin had been having this dream a lot. Even before April moved, she had this dream, and it was always on her mind the next morning. "You know, I've been having that dream lately, too." April admitted.

"You have?"

"Well, not as much. Most of the time, I dream I'm in an art city. Hmhm, it's really fun." She sported a smile. "Let's go eat breakfast and go up to the treehouse. No one gets your mind off a bad dream better than W7."

"Hehe... okay, April." Mary grinned.

Hawaii; Tom's Training Camp

Anthony and Shelly knelt over the ground and planted their hands to the hardened soil. With their Seismic Sense, they sensed and felt the earth around them. "Got a good grip?" Tom Taylor asked them. "Give me a sand pool, shrimplings."

"Don't call me a shrimpling, Redhead." Shelly retorted.

"I've been told you were half-Minish, 'shrimpling' is a compliment."