What's hidden within (dreamnotfound)

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9/10/20 11:45 am

9/9/20: Aight y'all, I cried in class in zoom today because I was watching George's new vid :") istg I was sobbing and I lowkey was ranting in text to my friends of about how happy and wholesome I just felt.

Like honestly that video was so so so heartwarming. I was just so happy for him since I could relate yaknow.

And like it was so adorable that dream was the first thing he saw in color, I drew stuff but like- If you follow me on amino you'll see it :)

Enough of me ranting tho, let's get into the chapter!

Song inspo: mind is a prison by Alec Benjamin

Word count: 1895

??? Pov

I breathe in that sweet, sour sent, and then suddenly my mind goes blank, and my conscience seems to lead me somewhere other then the real world.

My surroundings are hazy, almost as if Im in the middle of an abyss of nothing. I look around and see nothing besides a church.

A church.

That church.

That church?

I shake my head, as what little grasp I had on the situation had flown right over my head.

There seems to be nothing else around, so I walk up to the gazebo by the front of the church. It was such an amazing sight, all the blue and yellow flowers-

I stopped beneath one of its arches for a second to admire the sight, something different from the dull world I saw and lived in.

I stand there for a good 5 minutes when I hear something from inside the church. It sounds like a small wail from a little kid, and so I decide to investigate.

I step through some of the vines and reach the front doors or the church. I reach towards the door knob then I pause. I see blood, fresh blood, on the edge of it, and a shiver goes down my spine.

I hold my breathe, and hastily open the door and walk in. I hear shuffling noises somewhere, and I look to the right. I identify the source of the sound, a young kid, maybe around 12 or 13 huddled on the floor with his knees in and head down, leaning against a wall.

The kid doesn't look up, almost as if he didn't know I was there, or he might just be ignoring me. I get a bad vibe and suddenly feel something strapped to my hip. I shift my view, my eyes look down to it to see what it is.

It's a gold dagger with a blue gems in it. They were probably different colors, but who knows. I take it out of its spot by my side and hold it up for examination.

It's extravagant, and seems to almost admit some sort of glow, almost as if it were a weapon of the gods. How did I come in possession of this? I ask myself.

I take the hilt of it in one hand and then test-slash through the air, hearing a satisfying whoosh noise.

But then I'm snapped out of my daze as I hear the rustle of movement from the floor in front of me. It's the kid. He flinches as my eyes meet his, and holds up his hand in front of his face in a 'please don't hurt me' stance.

This surprises me, so I just take a step back. I realize that I still grip the dagger in one hand though, and realization dawns on me. Silly me slashing around weapons in front of a kid, of course he's scared of me. I feel disappointed in myself, I shouldn't have done that.