(apologies, this is a bit clunky but it's my first entry back into the non-scriptwriting world after a long hard month...Enjoy)
The gentle tick tock of my wrist watch seemed to pound loudly in my ears as I lay trying to pretend to be somewhere else. Once upon a time, it seemed, the tick tock of my grandmothers watch would soother my tired mind, lulling me to sleep. Now I lay on the battlefield of the Dreamscape, the watch the only thing that crossed the plane with me. I lay silently, a human among a land of monsters, waiting for death to come. My hear stopped several seconds ago, but I was still breathing. I pushed myself to roll over and lay starring at the starless sky. The purple clouds swirled overhead and I became entranced with my own breathing. Someone or something wasn't letting me die.
I winced as the pain in my abdomen increased, pushing myself to a sitting position. I was cold. I looked back down. My body was still with me, so I wasn't a ghost. I looked over myself and saw my wounds, I was bleeding heavily, though the blood loss seemed to have little effect. I reached a shaky hand up to my chest, checking for a heartbeat. Still nothing. I sighed. My commander had pushed ahead in an effort to keep her daughter from the kingdoms boundaries. I looked down and picked up my lance, my pistol, and a small notebook. My wrist watch tempted my heart to start beating with it's every steady ticking and tocking. I looked towards the horizon. The eagles were being sent to aid in the battle. They and the dragons would make up the bulk of the air forces. Their riders were a lucky few. I however, was infantry. Merely one of the humans hat got conscripted for when the dreams took a bit more of a violent turn. This however, was war, of a magnitude unseen by many here for thousands of years. The family had split into two factions. Here I sat on the Dreamscape, the other army, under the rule of the Nightmare Queen, the daughter of the Dreamscape's ruler, Emeline. I suppose I could bore myself by recounting the history but 'd rather not. I had to focus on getting back to the front lines.
I flipped open my little notebook and began to whisper it's words softly to myself.
“Because I believe, I can. Because of Emeline, I am.” My eyes closed and I felt my body fall backwards, my breath stopping as I hit the soft grass beneath me. I remember feeling... alive. And then, nothing. Odd really...
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“Devon? You're going to be late for school! Get up, hon.” Devon's mother called up, already irritated that her teenage son was falling behind in his schoolwork, and now he had been sleeping for nearly the last 24 hours. All he had to do was get through the last few months and then get to college. It all seemed so close... She sighed and walked upstairs, leaning her ear to the door, listening for movement. Nothing. Her eyes narrowed and she opened the door. Her breath stopped, but her heart continued. Her son lay with eyes open, blood trickling from his mouth. A silent scream echoed through the house as 911 was called. Sadly it was too late for Devon. His body had given too much to the war...
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I took a breath. My heart began beating. But this time... I felt as alive as I did in the real world. And gods the pain... I slumped over and began breathing harder. A hand rest on my shoulder. I turned. The faceless soldier gave it a gentle squeeze. The soldiers never recognized me before... What was going on. I stood, barely able to hold back the vomit from the pain. AS I stood, the watch fell. The gentle ticking had stopped. The watch lay dead. I picked it up and regarded it thoughtfully. Another nudge from the soldier.
“Will you bring me to the front lines?” Wait... Whose voice is that? I blinked and the faceless soldier seemed to smile, offering me a look into his bright shield.
“I'll bring you to Emeline...You have much to discover about your death.”
To Be Continued...
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