Written in the Sand: Book 1 of the "Written" duology

Sweet Dreams

This is a bonus chapter!! I had wrote this after the fact and thought I should, you know, insert it in. You can take this however you want, but this dream is based around Mazikeen, as you can probably tell. There is a slight Gore Warning for this one, but I don't think it's too bad. I mean, come on, you watch the Order after all.

Happy reading!!

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I didn't know where I was, or how I had gotten here. I was standing in a field of wildflowers. Some were recognizable; sweet peas, bluebells, and lavender to name a few. Others I had no idea what they were.

I looked around again, seeing that there were no trees or buildings in sight, which struck me odd. Spinning in a slow circle, I tried to scale just how big the open space really was. When I spun back to where I was originally facing, a huge oak tree and a willow tree were now there.

Weird... I thought as I slowly walked up. I didn't get no more as a few steps in when I heard growling. And when I say I heard it, it didn't come from just one thing, it sounded like there were three things.

The willow tree swayed as if there was a breeze present; which there wasn't. I took a tentative step back, not sure what I was seeing. The huge oak tree began to shake as if there were an earthquake. I felt the tremors where I was, but it was like little rumbles, barely enough to shake a huge ass tree like that.

That's when I saw them. Where the growls were originating from.

There were three huge wolves. Not werewolves, actual wolves. There was a white one, snarling next to a slightly smaller red-ish brown one, who had almost the same expression. They were both facing the third, the biggest of both of them. This one—a huge black wolf—was snarling just as much as the other two, but it looked slightly more frightened.

I stopped in my tracks, not wanting to move so they could pin this aggression on me. I watched this scene unfold beautifully yet traumatically. Like watching a car accident.

The black wolf lunged at the white one, snapping their jaws in an effort to latch onto the white wolfs' throat. The white one dodged the attack, circled around and attacked from behind. The red-ish brown one was nipping the black one, making sure to not have the black one focus on the white one while they attacked.

The white wolf dealt a nasty bite on the black wolfs' shoulder. The wind kicked up; the sky was darkening like there was going to be a storm. I heard thunder roll in the distance.

With each attack the white one did, thunder would sound, deep like a growl, and each time the black one struck the white or red-ish brown wolf, the sky would alight with lightning.

There was more thunder than lightning.

After what seemed like eternity watching this scene, the black one was thrown to the ground by the white wolf. The white wolf had their head bent low; their lips drawn back in a snarl. The black wolf gave a short bark, and in turn the white one responded, stopping two feet away.

The red-ish brown one stepped forward, head low and snarling. There was a blue-fire in that wolf's eyes that was almost unsettling, but I was so captivated by what's happening that it didn't bother me; it was like watching a film.

Rain started to fall with each step this red-ish brown one took. They gave a snarl as they approached the black one, ears pinned back and hackles raised. The white one was standing behind the red-ish brown one, snarling and barking. Each bark was the rolling of thunder.

The red-ish brown wolf was now a foot away, the rain pelting down now as they gave one last snarl and lunged at the defeated black wolf.

The rain and wind were howling now. Or was that more wolves? I don't know, but I was still looking at the black wolf. The red-ish brown one had gone for the throat, and when they did that, lightning struck and flashed causing fires to spread. With each hit the lightning did, the fire lit the ground, looking oddly like more wolves. But the rain was so heavy that they were put out as fast as they ignited.

I looked to where the white wolf was and behind them were two more wolves. Wiping away the water that was running down my face and into my eyes, vaguely seeing that one was brown and tan, like a timber wolf, and the other was dark-and-light grey, like the grey wolf, who seemed to be hurt. They howled with the storm as well as with the white one, who was the biggest out of the ones still alive.

The red-ish brown one looked up from the body beneath them and at the other wolves. The red-ish brown one didn't participate right away, but looked right at me. I saw the pale-blue eyes as clear as day.

It was unsettling on how familiar they seemed to me.

The storm was dying down now, the rain now from pelting down to a near drizzle. Words drifted from the howls as the red-ish brown one joined, causing me to shiver.

"Before there is peace, blood will spill blood, and darkness will soon fall..."

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Playlist/Songs:

- Mess of Me by Citizen Soldier

- Where We Come Alive by Ruelle

- This Mountain by Faouzia