Medea dreamt of running.
This wasn't anything strange because running just happened to be one of her most favorite activities; not as a sport, but more like her way of meditating. When she was running, everything in the world faded away until all that was left was her and the thump of her shoes against the asphalt.
And it usually always burn away the nightmares.
Usually.
She thought this was going to be one of her usual nightmares, but no, there was something different.
At first, she wasn't worried, she was a lucid dreamer, she had always known when she was dreaming, so she just let everything go and roll with it, but then the feeling came; a deep, gut-wrenching fear that propelled her feet to run.
Her dreams were usually vivid, but this one felt unnaturally real. She could feel the dampness of the earth between her toes, could smell the crushed greenery under her feet. She felt the bracing cold air slapping against her face.
And most of all, the slithering silence of whatever it was that was chasing her.
She didn't know why she was running, it was a dream. She only needed to wake up or wait until her parents woke her up because her real life self must be screaming her head off--yes, that happened often.
Medea hissed at the pain on her sides--again, the pain felt real--and snarled at it in defiance. Again she felt rather than heard its approach, and picked up her pace.
Something howled at her left and her blood curdled at the sound, spurring her feet to go faster. She flew between the long lines of trees, her feet barely touched the ground.
She swallowed and forced herself to breathe through her nose. Anything to stop from panicking.
She didn't know why she was running, it was a dream. She only needed to wake up or wait until her parents woke her up because her real life self must be screaming her head off--yes, that happened often.
Medea hissed at the pain on her sides--again, the pain felt real--and snarled at it in defiance. Again she felt rather than heard its approach, and picked up her pace.
Something howled at her left and her blood curdled at the sound, spurring her feet to go faster. She flew between the long lines of trees, her feet barely touched the ground.
She swallowed and forced herself to breathe through her nose. Anything to stop from panicking.
She pushed herself harder, her lungs screamed and her muscles burned. She ran out of the lines of dense trees and plunge into a wide savanna filled with white flowers; they glowed in the moonlight. Up above the stars glowed pink within a rainbow of clouds but she couldn't enjoy its beauty because she was too busy running for her life.
Or at least, it felt like she was.
She didn't know what was after her, but she could feel it behind her; its demand and hunger.
She didn't look back, she never looked back as a rule, and this was no exception.
The rows of cotton began to slither all around her and up above the moon broke open and shadows flitted across the sky.
The stars exploded, the sky twisted and the ground fell apart underneath her feet.
Medea screamed as she fell.
Medea screamed as she fell.
Copyright © 2013 by D.F. Jules
Interesting start... I'm really looking forward to this one! =D
ReplyDeleteOho, thank you. And yey! You're just a glutton for punishment are you? This book has been a surprise. 1st of all, it's about fairies, and the fae freaks me out (it doesn't help that I have to do research and kept dreaming about them) and 2nd the heroine of the story is willfull, she doesn't stay in any set of mind I have her in (I think she has a kind of emotional ADD) and she build relationships with the people that I don't intend for her to have a relationship. I'm trying to keep this book into 1 book but the story is building fast, and then I don't think there will be much romantic angst...LMAO, but there will still be pain.
DeleteAhaha, I guess you could say that? I do love good stories... and angst. And lmao what do the fae do in your dreams? ANd your heroine sounds like a real piece of work--she seems to have a life of her own literally? Haha, good luck with everything!!
Deletep.s. I'm skeptical about the 1 book thing, has any of your stories managed to stay 1 book long??
Um, wait, the fae does what in my dreams or like in the story? What freaks me out about the fae is the same that freaks me out about angels. I mean ghosts and vampires and werewolves, even zombies, they were human once. But angels and the fae? They don't have any human qualities or flaws... I guess you could say, I don't understand the motives behind their actions so...they freak me out.
Deletep.s: Damn, how can you guess? I don't think this will be a 1 book deal either. *sigh*
I love the title - to begin with. Dreamwalkers sounds and looks very nice.
ReplyDeleteNow I'd like to know what happened to Medea and what kind of dream that is.
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Thank you! So far, the book has twisted in so many ways I never thought possible. But am enjoying the ride...sort of.
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