Seven Souls |Updates Fridays|

5 Solone

_Solone_

She'd only been in the garden relaxing when it had hit. The visions didn't come often and most times when they did, she was asleep. You might call them a dream but they were much too different- far to real and containing things she didnt know about from the real world. How could someone's own mind make up things from the real world that actually existed? And with the proper name to boot. So it was no question to her that these visions were real. Her dreams weren't like these at all.

It wasn't as if she had never before experienced a vision while she was awake- because she had. The thing was that they were fairly rare and when they did come, she was left... oh what was the word... faint. She was left quite faint after these visions. For if she was not asleep then she collapsed, and found herself stiff on the ground- often times with an uncontrollable shake in her body.

The existence of these visions was a nuisance. It had troubled the twelve year old since she was six. Half of her life had been spent seeing things that she didn't know what to make of. They were confusing things- she didn't know what they meant nor did she care much for it. Sure, there was an innate curiosity to them so anyone would have wondered about the existence of these and what it is they meant. Otherwise, she did not care much for them. They were a confusing nuisance after all.

The vision that came to her now was not unlike the others that hit her why she was awake. Unsurprisingly, her eyes rolled back into her head and she fell to her knees, very likely getting her nice dress dirty. She had been alone in the garden at her own request so now she was defenceless, lying on the ground, stiff and unmoving.

She could smell smoke now, and lots of it, practically choking her. Shouting and screaming filled the air and she found her heart nearly beating out of her chest at the images she saw next. Blood, fire, red hair. Blood, fire, red hair. They repeated over and over before the vision went dark. This was normally when they ended but it was not so. It seemed she was to see more before the vision ended but she had no idea as to just how much she would be seeing before this vision would come to a close.

More images came to her after a time, brightly making themselves known to her. This time, it was not nearly as harrowing as the last. Sounds of birds in the trees, a faint sound of trickling water from a stream nearby, and the sounds of a dog barking. However pleasant these noises, they soon came to a stop as the sounds of multiple boots came stomping through the dirt. This is when the images came to her. Grey eyes, glowing stones, and a child, perhaps one as old as herself, running. These images repeated themselves like the last set, seemingly trying to tell her something. But what? She couldn't see the running boy well enough to recognize him if they met in person. However, if the eyes she saw belonged to him then perhaps she would recognize him.

Being so high born, her family had received all sorts of visitors- even the rare ones from the east. This boy looked somewhat like the easterners- perhaps he was foriegn too. Sometimes things in her visions happened in real life so she wondered if she would meet this boy... which led her to wonder about the first vision. Red hair which certainly belonged to a person. She had met others with red hair before, hell, her own mother had red hair but never before had the hair looked like this. It was not a natural red- it was the red of blood. A dangerous red, and with the other images she saw with this hair, she hoped to never meet the owner of the red locks.

The vision went on to interrupt her thoughts of it, adding more for her to analyze. The tantalizing sound of shrill screams and yells of agony- children weeping and fathers fighting. The sounds of war, she guessed. When an image came to her, it was a sorry scene. Death, as far as the eye could see, but it wasn't the lifeless bodies of people that she saw. Nature itself had withered away. Trees were old and bare, their dead, grey arms reaching towards the sky in an ominous way. The grass was yellowed and dry and those of the flowers that weren't shriveled and turned to dust on the ground were brown and wilting. The sky was a pale grey, the baby blue it often took on was completely gone without a trace.