The Dream State
Excerpt:The wind howled as Cuspis ran through the forest, the hood of her soft woolen cloak pulled tightly over her head. The tree’s above rocked and swayed in the hail and her short black hair wisped in and out of the clutches the hood, sticking themselves to the side of her copper face. Her long strides skidded to a stop, and she caught her breath, taking a left around the corner of a large stone, leaving only a trail of dirt. She ran straight for some time more before arriving at a stone cliff face. She fallowed along its side, her left shoulder lightly brushing the gravel wall, until it opened into a hole that led inside a dark cave. She ran quickly inside, her footsteps echoing off the hollow walls.
Soon a small camp fire came into view, along with the form of a short man and child. The child had her head over the man’s lap, long brown hair splayed out across the floor. The man had dark eyes and thick, grizzled features. He was staring blankly into the fire as it slowly flickered out its last breaths of life. As Cuspis walked in, he looked up, his face round with anxiousness. “How is she?” Cuspis asked dully, her voice as smooth as velvet. “Not the best…” He replied slowly, his voice deep and gravely. “This weather has always made her feel low… Especially lately.” Cuspis rolled her eyes. “Tell me about it.” She began, walking forward and kneeling at the girl’s feet. “Mortis never seems to stop.” Pervalidus scowled and reached over, pulling down Cuspis’s hood, revealing her raven hair and pointed ears. “You fear too much Cuspis, and fear… Fear is nothing but weakness.” Cuspis shook her head. “Much to the contrary. I feel that lately, fear is all that can seem to keep us sane in these stressful times.” Pervalidus narrowed his eyes. “Yet it still represents nothing but death on the battle field.” “I feel that we can agree that any reasonable amount of fear is good enough to keep one successfully modest, yes?” A low rumble rose from the depths of Pervalidus’s throat. “Are you calling me vain Cuspis?” She shook her head. “Of course not. Blind and unreasonable, perhaps but not vain.“ Pervalidus glared daggers. “You dare to call me blind?” Cuspis smirked. “You forgot unreasonable.” Pervalidus seemed outraged. “Why I’d never-!” ... |
Summary:Long ago the world was shared by two different kinds of beings. Then war began to break, and some of the wisest Magical creatures banded together to discuss a plan of action before we destroyed each other completely. Now, millions of years later, our world and theirs are still connected, just not directly. We are mirror images of each other. What happens to them- always affects what happens to us. There was a large amount of Angel magic used when making the separation, and now the foundations of the spell are beginning to crumble. Building's called Temple's (which are watched and guarded at all times by a special species of dragon called the 'Templer') are the portals between our worlds. Suddenly Templers begin to disappear without explanation, leaving the Portals wide open and letting old souls begin to traverse back and forth, souls like Alex. Now both our world and theirs are going up in smoke, and she may be the only one who can truly save us all.
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