1 1 Dream again

All the angels were drooling in the sleep and demons soared up in the sky in elation. Shackling chains have heard tingling and iron fists appeared in the sky. Great walls were being built from nothing and midgets steamed the coal for the ship across the large black ocean. Raging fires were spreading and people were screaming. Fallen angels were being tortured and the agonizing shrieks were heard, and the dead came back into life.

The blonde boy with aqua-blue eyes was running, spluttering grease into his dirt-coated brown shoes and dirty clothes that looked close to being tattered, as soon as the next breeze strikes. His blonde hair had patches of golden brown in between, that was splattered with blood. His white horse, Eurygon, was racing towards him in all its glory of white, in the world black as night, with his master's blazing bronze sword with the lion head displaying its majestic appeal.

The blonde golden man staggered in the grease, still amid the roaring of batteries the giants, approaching faster than the winds with whips and chains embedded with spikes that can lash out the life in the flesh of the man.

Eurygon plunged forwards towards his master fighting gracefully amid treacherous monsters, only to be blocked by the giants with malicious grins coating their ugly faces. Monsters kept coming, rounding up the golden man, still looking like a greek sculpture though covered in grease, dirt, and blood, with no weapon in his hand, surrounded by whips lashing around him in the thirst for his blood.

Eurygon and the lion sword were still away from him when the first lash of the spiked whip spread across his stomach, tearing away his armor, biting deep into his tanned olive skin, tearing it aside, with blood oozing out like a fountain. He gritted out a struggled moan. In a death grip, he pulled the whip out of the giant's arms, lashed it around like wind, knocked the monster off into the grease below, and left him to burn in the blazing fire that was spreading around them, in the speed of a panther.

The monsters were circling the greek sculpture, who lashed the whip in his hands, with the ferociousness of the wounded lion. He was quick. The swish of the whip in his arms, was as if, all the survival skills Darwin ever thought of, was based on the fighting golden man.

The whip struck, ripping apart chunks of flesh off, from the horrifying creatures. One by one they fell into the black grease and burning fire and turned into the speck of dark dust in the ground.

Eurygon reached with the lion bronze sword amidst the dead and the fire. Without sparing a glance at the greek god-like man got on his horse, his golden-brown hair splattered with blood, his forehead covered in sweat, still, his aquiline eyes blazed with fire. As he rode through the battlefield, around him his mighty army was fighting the monsters making them fall into nothing. Eurygon strode with the grace a modest the darkness and death. The greek god like the man was mounted on him. His head held high and his arms carrying bronze swords slashing away the monsters who came in their path.

Towards the greater end of the battlefield, there was a larger group of demons circling a black burly haired man with strong muscles and a burning gaze in his deep dark brown eyes. As the spiked arrow of the disgusting creature stroked his thighs, he let out an agonizing cry of pain." Daniel"

The golden man turned in the direction of the cry in that second. He whispered to himself " Imthiyas" and raced towards his best friend in danger on Eurygon. His mighty iron sword was covered in blood in his arms, excited to strike the black demons to the ground.

The raging fire and sputters of ash were everywhere. Imthyas was fighting in agony below the battle tower, which was about to fall into ashes in the fire. Daniel, the golden man raced towards imthyas, at the speed of the storm and covered him with his body, when the tower of fire collapsed on them.

" aaaaaaaaaaaa" Lilith screamed out, sweating profusely, panting like a dog after running a marathon in her burnt-out mattress in the darkest room of the godamn mansion in the outskirts of the hilly silver mount It was only two in the morning.

She was still in her room, in her bed, in her pink duvet, in her once fluffy mattress with beetles poster covering her walls. But the room was filled with ashes, her favorite pajamas of teen wolf half burnt, her duvet burnt with holes n it. Her mattress filled with ashes, her hair covered in black dust.

Overall her room looked like a wreck that just suffered a really bad case of burns. She was flushed and distressed. She got out of her bed switched on her lights to make sure that she was still in her house Still not completely believing that she was still there, she opened the curtains, and the night breeze flew in making her toes curl, in the chillness of the winter wind, with the whooshing sound.

She sighed relieved that it was just a dream. She wasn't on a battlefield. It was just a dream but damn realistic. But how will that explain her burnt-out room it even possible? Was she a freak as those idiots in school say? Luckily, the fire alarm didn't blow o else it would have woken up her deadbeat stepfather in the middle of the night. And that would e a nightmare.

She cleaned her floor with burnt papers and opened all her windows to let away the lingering burnt smell. With a great amount of mopping and cleaning, she restored her room tits its o previous condition. It was good that her creepy stepdad was knocked out from the cheap beer he have been floating in lately.

After clearing all the mess, the 'dream' has caused she headed for a shower. Lilith always had these dreams, as long as she can remember. But they were being damn realistic these days yeah she knew the golden man, Daniel. He was an extraordinary fighter. She even doubted whether he was a king with all his aura of power radiating from him. She also knew his mighty white horse, Eurygon, his horse that accompanied him on all his battles, always bearing the lion-headed bronze sword. Also from her dreams, she was familiar with the face of imthyas, who is terrifically loyal to his best friend, Daniel.

She had seen them fighting bears in the artic valleys once. She had been there when Daniel fell off a cliff and hanged on a withered tree root for his dear life. She had been there when, Daniel rescued a young girl, from the ferocious crocodile in the waterfall.

But before this night, she never had such an extensive dream, with a war raging and so many monsters trying to kill him. She knew he was like a magnet of danger from her past ' dreams', yet the sound of harm to him somehow irks her.

She was beginning to doubt her sanity now, fretting over the safety of a 'dream man'. Is he a fraction of her imagination or is he real? She didn't know, but somehow she knew whenever the golden man was in trouble. Well, not only trouble she knew whenever he felt an overwhelming emotion. Like he is something bagging him. When the temperature and pressure are optimum he is alright, confined within himself and when extreme circumstances occur, he doesn't explode or waste away because she is covering him, like a shield or a bag. well, that's perhaps is a crazy hypothesis.

She first saw him, when he went down a rabbit hole to save his pet in her fourth grade during her sound sleep in her maths period. Her hair was an intricate plot of twigs and dried leaves when she woke up. Her mother, stared at her like an alien, coming back home from school, as if she just survived a hurricane.

After every ' dream', there were ' remains' that proved, her dreams had something 'real 'about them. But she silenced her wild thoughts each time for the sake of her sanity. She had scratches on her knees, ice on her stomach, and whatnot whenever she woke from them. Already, the people around her considered her a freak. So, no thanks, she was perfectly fine in her ignorance.

As the warm water splashed from the showerhead she winced, only to find a red patch on her stomach as if the whip that tore Daniel's flesh was swished at her. Lord, what is happening to her? Is the ' freak ' is getting freakier?