Day 5: Beginning of the Dream

I woke up to the sound of Ceorn growling, only slightly concerned as I looked at the new person in the room. He was wearing all red, a dark red shirt and matching pants with a crimson jacket. Even his hair and eyes were red as they looked me over. After introducing himself, Pylor promptly collapsed on the other bed and fell asleep. I was starting to leave when I got dizzy and felt myself falling into something that felt comforting but cold.

My eyes were open as darkness over took my vision, but it wasn’t black. Strands of gold were floating before me as a shape loomed out of the darkness, coming closer and closer to me. The shape kept coming, but it never seemed to get closer. It was made of golden light, the source of the gold floating before me. I started to relax, still trying to keep my guard up as this light seemed to try and invade my body. I was surprised when I realized I had something to fight for, but I laid there, in the dark, light trying to invade me, trying to figure out what it was I would fight for.

Could it be a girl? No, I haven’t met anyone yet, at least not that anyone. Ceorn? Maybe, but the emerald wolf would be looked after. I absentmindedly pushed away a strand of light. My parents were dead, I didn’t have many friends back home, nobody notable, so what was I fighting for?

I felt my wings starting to flap, and I found that I was the source of light in the darkness before. I continued to fly as I pondered why I would fight, feeling the light tear at the darkness surrounding me as if my feathers were swords. I turned behind me to see a lighter side, but the darkness was slowly enveloping it. I saw a landscape, not the watery landscape of my world, but plains of grass. The darkness seemed to race through it, but I was safe. It ignored me, but it attacked the denizens that were working in the planes. As it reached them, I could see their hearts become corrupt and the minds turn dark. I was horrified, but knew this vision had something to do with me.

But what?