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After considering the thought that I lay here in a dream I am awoken within it in surprise, screams and panic fill the halls upon which lay in this enormous place of a home. Ultimately, I find both mother and father in a frenzy panicked as though the world would fall. In an instant I notice the gates that always lay closed now open, and it is not to allow any in but rather to permit all to exit to leave to capture that of which dare to take something that belongs to us. However, it is only then that I notice that non dare leave because none are able to, most were cast to sleep, and it is then that I realize I too had fallen asleep. It is then that I realize, had it not been for my mother’s will, father and I too along with the few servants awake would have not woken up until . . Until when would we have awakened if . . ? It is only now that I realize my promise, I had broken it, the unthinkable had again occurred I had again permitted others to enter and take . . a scream echoes in my head but I realize it is father. He tells me to wake a few of my men to catch up to them. So, the only thing left to do, is to do so. All throughout, however, the only feeling persistent in my heart is that of guilt, and it. Yet again my incapability that which led to failures, the only thing that could simply help not but to lead me here, if only I were stronger, better, more able to, why, why, why? Why was it that when needed most I was never able, never there to prevent anything from occurring.

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Forget the pain that lay all throughout my body, it is only now that I realize she had always warned of my faults and for all that is true, to all that be real, let it be that the worst is to never occur. For of all that I have known, she is at the very least is no failure like I am. Soon upon the horizon there await her attendant. For all that I hope my heart can’t help but sink to the ground as though forgotten just a few paces back. From here all I see . . I . his hands raise to the sky, a barrier, but for whom? What for? When near my voice can’t help but thunder at the insolence, demanding he make way for the path I yet venture towards. Quickly our eyes meet, it is then I notice his eyes meet my own. His daring glare almost pitied but rather saddened, it there that I again see the very eyes most have given me all throughout exclaiming failure at my very face. But before I can say another thing . A roar exclaims from within the forest as if it had come alive, the only thought running within now was it had been awoken from whatever slumber it had been placed under. Wind picked up, clouds forming above but it is then that I realize there no longer is a barrier, it had been broken though now I wondered if he had even placed a thing there because now all I could see were a sort of flames arising and although I could have sworn it was daytime, I was now uncertain it was so. I could not help, questioning the presence of a clear sky previously there a few moments ago . . Eventually only darkness lay and although evidently still with much rage it is no longer as fierce. Seemingly it was as though, whatever it was, it had decided to take pity on whatever lay before it, but only for fear of destroying all.
“There is nothing to do, please return, she will need time.” the attendant states, snapping me back to reality. With this he left not in the direction of the population beyond now in a havoc but into the forest, opposite still to all that is now engulfed in utter darkness.

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Mother stands to leave, and it is only now I realize I had been waiting among the others. While at the center there is someone in prayer. . Suddenly a voice is heard.

All it says is this “Now, please rest, venture forth the path although different from the one we are in you now are free unlike the rest of us. It shall all be fine from now on you will forget and venture on to seek anew and away from all of us.”

It echoes for all to hear within this enormous structure. Now, mother is the only one who moves to leave, father and I following, and soon after us the rest follow. As I walk in the hall on the side of the rest, it is only now that I realize there are far too many people here. Although I know some of those who are here, there are far too many that I know not of, but all like us lay in mourning. Why? Who were they to mourn now, though one thing was for certain more than half would have never known who we are? Except her, they would definitely know her, but how as far as I can see and beyond there stand more, far more than one can count . . . By the time all have made their exit there is only one left inside and soon the echoes of the last song play as the doors now lay closed with all finally outside. Finally, a silence and at last its seal . . . “Thank you all for being in attendance. I shall take my leave but please stay a while longer, my attendant will be the one overseeing your stay here. There is something I must see to now.” says the last voice to exit. From even where I stand, I realize that she is wary maybe tiered, suddenly something compels me to look to mother and it’s as though the very sky is falling. An emotion that I had long forgotten now urges me toward the only figure leaving, toward her. The last one who had made their exit from the building, except she was not supposed to be last. With every step that I draw near I begin to notice she was not headed toward the population that lay below she was headed deeper into the forest. For now, it felt as though we were in the very mouth of the forest but soon possibly she would venture into its heart where none have ever returned except, . . he . . , it was he who had once told him the forest was owned, owned by her. No one believed him, not even when they were spoken by her, because the forest considered none its master for within it there lay monsters untamable and quite vile to say the least. Before I allow her to leave my hand reaches out and fury spills from my mouth as I dare look into what lay in the rest of her eyes. Seeming now to have gone, emptied of the life that once lay bare brimming to choose life overall, above anything. No, it had been quite a while since I had known who she is . . who she was. For now, there lay not even a resemblance, at least maybe only her arrogance, but even that had seemed to change from all that I had seemingly known.

“How dare you!” I exclaim as though repulsed by the very thing she is.

It is then that I question all I had done till that point, because, before I could take a moment more to blink there stand it, her weapon. Of this I am certain, it was not there a moment ago.

“Release her.” says the voice of that weapon a figure that for one I had never seen and now I knew of one thing, fear.

Without a second thought I quickly release her.
Whatever it was it damned it would no less invoke fear to your very core. For now, my life is the last thing I would need to worry about because it was a master, to its craft, for its attire allowed for his eyes not see nor for him to feal a thing. Magic, its essence was entuned to it; to the magic that lay around it, something only myth had been able to do but that was not real at least it is not supposed to be. Taking a step back I realize .

“What do you want?” she states now only with a blank stare as though all I was in this very moment was a mere nuisance to the more important tasks she places upon herself. A stare I had all my life wished she’d given me before, so that it would be that much easier to hate who she is . . was; now I realize it was real. Suddenly I feal I can no longer breath let alone swallow down the foolishness I felt at the thought of that wish.

Urgently, trying to draw away from such thoughts I state, “Why did you take mother’s place?”

“She was late.” she simply states.

“Excuse me, late for what?!” I exclaim until I remember and wish for the ground to swallow me whole as she raises and eyebrow.

“Never mind, where are you going you can’t just leave the . .” It is then that I realize liquid or maybe water drips from her hand and onto her dress, to make things worse it was the very hand I had previously grasped.

“Where were you!? What have you been doing? Why did you disappear for . . why are you injured?” I ask panicked.

Slowly she follows my gaze to her hand at the sight of it her eyes enrage and quickly grasp a bandage that had she not drawn I would have mistaken for part of the attire and it is now that I see it . .

“I will be taking my leave for a while; I shall first recover. Then I will go hunting for a few monsters.” she then states ever so calmly like always, as though I never truly need to care for her for even if I know, there is nothing I can do. Except there is now nothing no one can do; at least not anymore, and at the bottom of my heart I know. Of this I am partially to blame, this fault like no other I have ever felt, because I could have prevented it.

“You . . you know who they are don’t you? Don’t go you know you cannot defeat them, they, look at what they did . . I order you to stay.” I state grasping for what little else there is left to make her stay when I look into eyes that seem to have lost all reason.

In a fury she responds, “Lower your gaze . . How dare you order me?!”

As though I had been taunting fate my eyes quickly face the ground that lay before her.

She then states, “You know exactly who I am, do not ever forget. To answer your questions . . Yes, I can defeat them. No, I do not know them. I have been away to overlook matters elsewhere. Where? You need not know, for I assure you, it is beyond your reach.”

“Stop, please you cannot defeat them, they are monsters they managed to . . they will end you.” I plead to her now because it is clear this is the only thing I can do, but I now know only one thing.

I truly know not who this is.

“Monsters . . you are correct they are monsters. It is a good thing you know to fear that which is a monster, but I shall tell you this. I am no monster for I am existence itself and unfortunately not even you know how to feel about that. I will tell you this, monsters that previously existed had stared directly at or into whatever it is they believe me to be, and they all know one thing. How dare they even think to fear? As for the matter of finding them you need not worry, I know exactly where to look first.” she states this and leaves, her weapon following.

In that moment, the only thing I can know true is, the feeling of loss.

“Wake up young master. Are you alright?” a worried voice asks.

Soon my eyes open and quickly I notice my tears.

“Yes, it was only a nightmare.”

“Would you like to speak about it?”

“No, it . . it seems I cannot recall what it was about. Anyway, let us prepare, today father will be observing me during class will he not, Valix?”

“Yes, it seems you did not do well enough. He will need to adjust your schedule.”

“Then let us begin.” I state.

My heart shaken, tightly bound to a feeling of helplessness for it is my mind the one that cannot grasp at even a glimpse of what I saw within that dream. Although I quickly conclude that I need not worry about it, for after all a dream is all it is, a memory that need not be remembered, one that may be forgotten, a fragment that should not allow oneself to be misguided.