Twins of Fate

A Second Dream

Aliesia woke up panting and covered in a cold layer of sweat.

"That was definitely not just a dream" Aliesia mumbled through trembling lips.

She sat up slowly, taking deep breaths as she went, trying to calm her frayed nerves, her pulse thrumming through her veins . She lifted her hand to her face and closed her eyes taking another big gulp of air. Her dream had been permeated with fear, confusion, and heartbreaking betrayal.

"Why do I keep dreaming that dream? It makes no sense to keep dreaming about him!" Aliesia screamed to her subconscious. Traitorous tears tracing paths down her cheeks.

She let another sigh escape her lips and flopped back down on her bed, her golden hair flowed around her head like a messy, borderline platinum colored halo. She lifted her hand to her head to push away her hair from her blue eyes. Mother had always said that dreams as-real-as-life meant something. So what in the world was this dream supposed to mean?

Two facts were certain. One, it had been dark, and there was a boy. Not just any boy, but the one person she had loved and lost forever. That's why part of her dream hadn't made sense. He had been very much alive, and someplace she had never seen or heard of.

Scrunching her eyes closed, Aliesia replayed the dream in her mind once more.

-It was a dark night that might have been cold had there not been smoke and fire burning, choking every other sensation out, flooding the senses. The screams of men and women blasted and echoed across the smoke filled night as dragons and men fought a bloody battle. There had been a surge of confusion as she was hurtled across the bloody wheatfield like a giant magnet was pulling her to the very center of the fray.

She came to a stop by a boy. He was standing alone, sword in hand, clothed from head to toe in tainted white. Parts of his robe were covered in patches of blood and grime. His black hair slicked back by sweat from the tire of war, his tanned face was matted by blood and his right blue eye marred by a cut that lined is dark brow.

Images swirled in a confusing mess and stilled as the scene came into focus again. This time the boy was being disarmed and chained, cuts and welts lined his body the white of his clothes stained a complete dark red. The feeling of betrayal comes so strongly it's almost a physical pain in her own chest. Everything slows as a tall and looming figure walks onto the battlefield. He bends toward the white clad boy and clicks shut the lock on his chain. The sound echos around the circle of people and the feeling of shock and finility sets in in a fresh new wave. The crowd begins to move and the boy falls as the chain is yanked harshly and the crowd laughs as he struggles to his feet, fresh blood drips from a long cut down his face and the cuts on his hands and knees. A white glow begins to form around the boys body, his dragon begins to take shape in slow motion. Suddenly his dragon is forced back to the boy, and a scream; a blood-curdling scream rips apart the air.

The image shifts again to a small dank room. Aliesia grimaces as she recalls the scenes of torture that the boy was put through. All the strange objects that were used on him were too horrible to recall accurately. The pain, so much pain, rips through her body as she watched as if she were also being tortured with him pain, for pain.

She always woke up screaming, echoing his horse cries until no sound would come from her anymore.

Aliesia sighed again as she tried to message away the headache that was forming, her eyes stinging. "I should probably tell mother about the dream tomorrow.." She paused though as she remembered the last time she had told her mother about one of her dreams. Mother had become so unbearably frantic and restrictive that it was almost as bad as being on house arrest for months.