Purple Dandelion

1 Burning dream

♥BELIEVE♥

Here he is in front of me... His back is facing me making it difficult to see his face. Not that I ever had. Not once have I seen his face but I somehow know who he is. His not someone from my past..... Or present. He feels like my being. My sole purpose of life.

I take in my surroundings. We are deep in the forest with the darkest and biggest trees and plants I have ever seen. It smells wet and muddy. The air is thicker than it is in the real world and has a hint of innocence. Humans are yet to destroy this place.

He is sitting on a broken log with purple Dandelions growing on and around it. His head is down and his shoulders are lowered. He radiates longing. A longing he seem to have been trying to fill for a long time. Its the feeling he radiates the most each time I see him. Every part of his body is covered in black material besides his neck and face.

I begin walking towards him. Hoping I can finally see his face, even if its just for a second. The wind starts to pick up the closer I get to him. The wind seems to only affect me as the trees and plants are at a stand still. Winds of equal amplitudes are fighting each other.

One is pushing me backwards. As if its warning me. 'Danger', 'Run away', it's as if I can hear its panic.

While the other is pushing me forward. 'All your questions will be answered', 'a new beginning', and this is the wind I choose to follow.

The Dandelions in my path seem to make way for me. As if they had already prepared to pardon at my coming. When I get close enough to touch him his head snaps up. He is still does not face me but from the way he stiffens I can tell his aware of my presence.

I lift my arm slowly to touch his shoulder. Time slows down as all the forest noise comes to a halt. Time slows down as the temperature drops. Time slows down as I take my last breath and place my right hand on his left shoulder.

At that moment time speeds up again. As if its trying to catch up to where is should have been if I hadn't touched him.

Immediately when I touch him the Dandelions seed burst into the air. My hand turns black and starts to blister from what feels like invisible fire. The process continues all over my body as burn grows. I fall to the ground and my lungs close as I struggle to breathe through the pain. I can not scream... Not even cry as the burn feels likes its cooking me slowly. Inside and outside

I hear painful groans to which I open my eyes to see where they come from. The stranger... He is also on the floor. Tossing and turning like his also burning. His facing me.... But I can not see his face. My eyesight is blurry. The one chance I could have gotten disappeared right in front of me...

"I wish I could meet him in real life" I silently wish to seeds. In hopes one of them hears me. In hopes all of them hear me.

The burn seems to cool down and the pain numbs.... My life seems to go away with it.

Suddenly my body starts to sting like vinegar on a wound. Then it turns cold... Darkness takes over my sight and I'm lost in unconsciousness

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¿ LAZARUS¿

Lazarus watches over Believe as she sleeps. As much as he knows it is against the rules he has grown to like her more than just her Guardian. He knows that The Ancient One is aware of this. Lazarus can not help but wonder what his punishment will be once Believe is transported.