⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma
August 25th 2012, 9:23 PM –
She ran as fast as possible, back towards Eden, away from the castle and towards the bridge. She’d dreamed of herself, bloodstained, Joel bleeding and on his knees, blood dripping out of his mouth as he tried to breathe and survive. These nightmares had never occurred before, not while Joel shielded every Dreamcatcher from nightmares. They met in dreams almost every day, met despite being miles apart, despite not having seen each other for a day or two. This time, however, Sofia knew something was off. Her dreams were played to her like a movie, less like a lucid dream she could contribute and manipulate like she wanted. “Sofia? Sofia!? Stop running, you have to attend Queen Ophelia’s supper. Sofia!?” her father kept on screaming, but she’d already entered the long bridge connecting Athos to Eden, the island of wonders, a beautiful mixture of paradise and reality. And within? The observatory and its inhabitants.
Arriving at the observatory, Sofia saw some of the Dreamcatchers holding knives – to finish off the king of dreams if their powers failed, apparently. They thought his dreams would exceed everything, even their own powers and the dominance they had over them. Like a tranquilizer he’d so easily manipulated them to be peaceful, but some of them were born for more, or so they thought. “Bad timing for a mundane, Sof.” Aaron turned around, playfully touching the tip of his knife as he turned around, its metal reflected the moonlight “he’s sleeping in today,” Aaron raised an eyebrow, almost to challenge her, to provoke a move from her. She knew of Aaron’s powers, how he was able to easily change his body warmth from extremely hot to extremely cold, ice, everything beyond that. One move and she’d surely fall victim to his powers. “He’s done nothing but protect all of you, all of you as Saints, his family.” The anger inside of her rose with every word. “Sent the others home just minutes ago. I can be pretty convincing if I want to and, huh, so can this little fucker,” Aaron pressed the tip of his knife against Joel’s neck while the others were watching with blank faces, clearly in favor of what happened, but eager to get if over with. “You know the royal family will eventually want to keep us all as soldiers. He’s just– delusional. To think we’re always going to be safe here. Clearly not.” Aaron’s words were filled with clear disgust, something Sofia would’ve never expected from someone like him – yet, as he lifted the knife to fulfill his self-created destiny by killing Joel and creating his own, Sofia started screaming, yelled for them to stop. “Joel, wake up. Come on, wake up. Wake up!” Every vein inside of her tingled, as if multiple nerves inside of her were momentarily paralyzed as if they were asleep. It wouldn’t stop, nor did her anger.
“I will kill you. If you’re going to–” she had to breathe in heavily “if you’re really going to kill him, I will-” abruptly her entire body started to ache “I will kill you.” No response from all five who’d gathered around Joel like in some sort of ritual. The knife cut itself through Joel’s neck, not deep enough to damage his carotid, but enough to make him bleed. Enraged, Sofia could feel tears running down her cheeks, helplessness and anger completely devouring everything within.
Then, a light, a pure, never ending stream of light and the clashing of thunder just above the observatory. The tingling in her veins turned into pure electricity – and lightning released itself, touching everything, except Joel.
Fire, fire everywhere. While the observatory started to burn around them, Sofia couldn’t keep her eyes off of Joel. As all the others tried to attack, more and more lightning bolts left her body, set their clothes on fire, shocked them enough to make their hearts stop. As if in trance Sofia moved towards Joel, shook him, again and again to, hopefully, wake him up.
He slowly opened his eyes with more and more smoke filling the room. “I’m so sorry,” even Sofia didn’t understand what just happened and before she could even explain herself, Joel started breathing heavily upon seeing his friends, dead, their lives taken away by no other than the girl in front of him. Each second forced in another breath, which got heavier as well. His breathing worsened, much of the scenery turned blurry. “I lost control. Please, forgive me, Joel, please, I beg you.”
