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Dreams

By:

Oberon the Dark

Prologue

Flying, or Floating?

Through azure sky, dawn on his right and she in his arms, the boy flew. The sensation was indescribable, as he could not tell whether he was flying or floating. The air brushed his locks lightly around his face, but the feeling of plummeting was not present. It was bliss, to be so close to the stars and not fear the ground, nothing under his feet. To put the icing on it all, she was in his arms.

He looked to her glowing wings, tracing an imaginary line from them, up her back, to her radiant face. Her hair seemed to float against her face, the teal locks shining in the glory of dawn-light. Her lean figure was held tightly in his arms, their united selves gently falling to the earth. He felt as though she were an angel in his arms.

As he stared tenderly at her visage, her pale skin glowing with life, he couldn’t help but be overcome with joy. He’d left his life behind, he’d left his friends behind, and he’d left his grandpa behind, all for her. In the end he nearly lost everything, her included. Love, however, pulled him through to her.

He lifted her face to eyelevel, slowly inching his lips towards hers. The moment he’d wanted since he saw her, it was here. She was in his arms, and he lightly placed his lips onto her. He kissed the girl deeply and amorously, not wanting to ever take his lips away from hers.

It seemed as though years passed him during their passionate embrace, her life-filled lips on his, her warm body in his arms. He was lost in his ardor for the young girl and that was fine to him. If there was any place he wanted to be lost, this was it, and he never wanted to be found.

Finally, nature intervened and broke their kiss. No matter how much he fought it, his body needed oxygen to keep things going. When he kissed her, everything else was forgotten, especially breathing.

He looked into her eyes, breathing deeply to get back his breath.

“Eureka…” he whispered, “You look so pretty.”

She blushed, turning her face slightly. The boy slipped one of his fingers under her chin and turned her face back to his. Without even a thought, he put his lips to hers again. Slowly, as they kissed, their vision grew dark. Sleep took them as they floated gently back to Earth…

Chapter I

Waking to Her Song

The boy slept in complete peace, his lips still tingling with her touch. The light taste of cherries still sat on his lips, the sweet smell of her hair still in his mind.

He dreamt of a field of daisies, a sun high in the air, a cloudless sky, and a teal-haired girl in a white gown. She stood in the mid of the field, dancing with the wind, and singing a sweet, melodious tune to the breeze. She was mystifying, dazzling, entrancing, and enchanting.

As he listened to her tune, a song seemingly created by the Earth itself, his dream began to slip away. The girl, the field, the sun, and the sky all faded from his sight. As his body slowly began to wake, one thing stood out to him.

The smell of salty water was in the air, mixed with the sweet scent of fruit. He sat up from the grainy ground and listened out for the song. At first all he heard were waves crashing onto the shore. Yet he kept listening, sure that it wasn’t a dream.

At last he caught the gentle melody upon the wind, opening his eyes to search for the source of such a harmonious tune. All around him was sand, an infinite sea stretching out from one end of the beach. His eyes darted all around, searching for the one singing. In the dusk-shade of the beach his search was futile.

The area was only lit by the pale light of a full moon, sitting contentedly in the sky above. It gave everything a silvery glint, except for what caught the boy’s eye. Off in the distance he could faintly make out a bright green glow. He sat up and began to quietly approach, already aware of what it was.

As he came closer he could make out the awe-inspiring image of Eureka, sitting at the shoreline, her wings glowing like a heavenly beacon. The sound of her voice filled his ears, a soothing lullaby pouring from her angelic lips. At that moment, every nerve and neuron of his mind was tasked to his ears, his body simply absorbing the music of this elegant girl.

So he listened to her singing, listened to what seemed like her talking to God, and thoughtlessly sat down on the sandy beach. The unexpected sound of him sitting startled Eureka, causing her to jump in surprise. She spun around to determine what caused the sound and, seeing Renton behind her, turned away in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry…” she said apologetically, her voice seeming to choke back tears.

“Sorry?… Why are you saying sorry?” Renton questioned, clueless as to what she could have possibly done to be sorry for.

“My… singing. I’m sorry it wasn’t pretty…” she replied, tears beginning to collect in her mauve eyes.

Renton stood up and walked up to her. He sat back down at eyelevel, though she still avoided his gaze. She was surprised when she felt his warm hands on her cheeks, gently directing her eyes towards his.

“Eureka, what could possibly make you think your singing wasn’t pretty?” he asked, “I mean, did you even hear yourself?! You were absolutely incredible!”

The girl blushed deeply at his comments, tears still spilling down her face.

“Why are you crying?” he asked.

“Because,” she answered, “I’m glad you liked it, my singing…”

She threw her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. He hugged her back, enjoying the feel of her warm being pressed against him. This was surely paradise, surely they were in heaven, for the world he knew held no joys as this.

They hugged tightly, carefully lying back upon the sand. Sleep took them again, their minds only thinking of each other…