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The Dreams We Dream , Part 3
(Part 1 || Part 2 )
featuring C212 Alarea

For perhaps easier reading, here's a gDocs with the same text

She deeply inhaled the nostalgic scent of the old kitchen and closed her eyes to let the smells tingle all the connections she had with this place, which was very dear to her heart. The dominant scent always depended on what mama Martha was cooking, however the undertones always stayed the same - sweet cinnamon, various other spices, musky wood, a pinch of dust and the smell of live fire glowing in the heavy stove.

Fire.

Unexpectedly, this had triggered another connection to an extremely strong memory.

She opened her eyes and witnessed smiling mama Martha and the world around her crumble back into ambiguous shapes, then to golden dust, which finally dissipated into the black void. All the previous windows of her memories were also gone, she was yet again floating in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by distant crushing darkness.

She began to fall.
She felt the darkness pulling her in and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

With a blink of an eye, she was suddenly in a dim snowy forest.

She exhaled and watched her breath turn into a cold steam. She felt her naked toes and tail getting bitten by the snowy and icy ground, the cold air tried to reach her body through the cracks of the wooly blanket around her shoulders and indoor clothes she had underneath it, all while fear mercilessly took over her senses. The entity in her mind seemed either baffled or powerless against this colossal wave of negative emotions currently washing over her, paralyzing her on the spot. Her breath trembled as she began to weep. Her sight got blurry as the salty tears poured into her eyes. Her heart pounded faster and faster as adrenaline rushed through her veins. Her lungs felt completely squeezed by an invisible giant hand as she tried to gasp for chilly air.

Out there, in the middle of the fields, was her home… in smoking ruins.

And she was here, barely hiding behind the treeline, all alone.

In what seemed just as a brief moment, she had lost everything.

—

It was a calm winter morning when Alarea woke up. Her bed felt extremely soft and warm, so she took a few more minutes to snuggle with her blankets before getting up. At the time, she was perhaps a teenager, leaning more towards adolescent years. She got dressed and went to raid the kitchen for breakfast. Martha had probably left to take care of the livestock, gossip with the elder members of the community or was on her way to the next village over for some supplies. Alarea decided to grab some fresh warm buns from the big basket next to the stove and headed over to see what the next door neighbors were up to, in hopes to share breakfast and stories with them. To her luck, the neighbors were also late risers and gladly welcomed her to the breakfast table. It had started to snow outside, which most likely muffled the warning sounds of the approaching disaster.

They all stopped in their tracks and perked up when a shrilling scream echoed over the courtyard. The family head, being closest to the window, lost all colors in his face with a mere second before jumping up. He quickly ushered everyone to act, giving out controlled commands to the confused family. Being confused and scared, Alarea lost her head and ran outside to see what was going on.

Bandits.

There had been rumors and warnings that bandits get desperate during wintertime but to her, it all sounded like ghost stories to keep the smaller children from wandering too far from home during colder and darker days. However, these bandits here were very real… pillaging, destroying, burning, breaking her home. They were emotionless savages. Alarea was nailed to the ground. The intruders were cold-bloodedly undoing everything that was dear to her. Everything was both blurry and clear at the same time, what seemed real looked like a nightmare and the nightmare crushed her, twisting the faces into grotesque masks. The bandits shaped into what she believed to be demons from old stories - black figures with giant claws and mouths filled with long fangs, all facial shapes blending into one crooked twisted grin. All the while homes around her fed the hungry flames as the families were abandoning them, desperately trying to avoid falling victim to the soulless demons that had arrived. So much screaming, wailing, chaos, running, fighting, falling, fire, shouting…

She turned around and began to run.

She was far from being in control of her body, or mind for that matter, as survival instincts took over and told her to keep running. She felt nothing, she saw nothing, she thought of nothing. She was utterly powerless against the shock puppeteering her. She tripped and fell several times but she got up and kept on running in unknown direction.

—

The next thing she knew was waking up under snowy bushes. The leaves had formed a nice bedding for her and strong bush branches covered in thick fresh snow acted as a roof over her. But she was still very cold.

She tried to get up but her body had no strength left for anything. So she just lied there for a couple more hours, trying to remember what happened or how she got here. Still in denial and shock, she somehow managed to find her feet and heaved up, starting to walk in the direction her subconsciousness had picked as her eyes and mind still refused to function. It started to snow again.

Unknown time had passed while she was wandering through the familiar forest. It started to get dark when she finally stopped and lifted her gaze up.

Her naked toes and tail were bitten by the fresh snow and ice around her. Her clothes didn’t manage to fully protect her from the cold air. Her lungs and throat were pinched as she couldn’t breathe anymore. Her shoulders shook as tears rolled into her eyes while reality hit her hard with a jackhammer.

This was the darkest day in Alarea’s life and she had not yet fully made peace with it.

—
1030 words

Lit and Alarea ©
Rexals ©

Please do not copy, trace or distribute!

Description
The Dreams We Dream , Part 3
(Part 1 || Part 2 )
featuring C212 Alarea

For perhaps easier reading, here's a gDocs with the same text

She deeply inhaled the nostalgic scent of the old kitchen and closed her eyes to let the smells tingle all the connections she had with this place, which was very dear to her heart. The dominant scent always depended on what mama Martha was cooking, however the undertones always stayed the same - sweet cinnamon, various other spices, musky wood, a pinch of dust and the smell of live fire glowing in the heavy stove.

Fire.

Unexpectedly, this had triggered another connection to an extremely strong memory.

She opened her eyes and witnessed smiling mama Martha and the world around her crumble back into ambiguous shapes, then to golden dust, which finally dissipated into the black void. All the previous windows of her memories were also gone, she was yet again floating in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by distant crushing darkness.

She began to fall.
She felt the darkness pulling her in and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

With a blink of an eye, she was suddenly in a dim snowy forest.

She exhaled and watched her breath turn into a cold steam. She felt her naked toes and tail getting bitten by the snowy and icy ground, the cold air tried to reach her body through the cracks of the wooly blanket around her shoulders and indoor clothes she had underneath it, all while fear mercilessly took over her senses. The entity in her mind seemed either baffled or powerless against this colossal wave of negative emotions currently washing over her, paralyzing her on the spot. Her breath trembled as she began to weep. Her sight got blurry as the salty tears poured into her eyes. Her heart pounded faster and faster as adrenaline rushed through her veins. Her lungs felt completely squeezed by an invisible giant hand as she tried to gasp for chilly air.

Out there, in the middle of the fields, was her home… in smoking ruins.

And she was here, barely hiding behind the treeline, all alone.

In what seemed just as a brief moment, she had lost everything.

—

It was a calm winter morning when Alarea woke up. Her bed felt extremely soft and warm, so she took a few more minutes to snuggle with her blankets before getting up. At the time, she was perhaps a teenager, leaning more towards adolescent years. She got dressed and went to raid the kitchen for breakfast. Martha had probably left to take care of the livestock, gossip with the elder members of the community or was on her way to the next village over for some supplies. Alarea decided to grab some fresh warm buns from the big basket next to the stove and headed over to see what the next door neighbors were up to, in hopes to share breakfast and stories with them. To her luck, the neighbors were also late risers and gladly welcomed her to the breakfast table. It had started to snow outside, which most likely muffled the warning sounds of the approaching disaster.

They all stopped in their tracks and perked up when a shrilling scream echoed over the courtyard. The family head, being closest to the window, lost all colors in his face with a mere second before jumping up. He quickly ushered everyone to act, giving out controlled commands to the confused family. Being confused and scared, Alarea lost her head and ran outside to see what was going on.

Bandits.

There had been rumors and warnings that bandits get desperate during wintertime but to her, it all sounded like ghost stories to keep the smaller children from wandering too far from home during colder and darker days. However, these bandits here were very real… pillaging, destroying, burning, breaking her home. They were emotionless savages. Alarea was nailed to the ground. The intruders were cold-bloodedly undoing everything that was dear to her. Everything was both blurry and clear at the same time, what seemed real looked like a nightmare and the nightmare crushed her, twisting the faces into grotesque masks. The bandits shaped into what she believed to be demons from old stories - black figures with giant claws and mouths filled with long fangs, all facial shapes blending into one crooked twisted grin. All the while homes around her fed the hungry flames as the families were abandoning them, desperately trying to avoid falling victim to the soulless demons that had arrived. So much screaming, wailing, chaos, running, fighting, falling, fire, shouting…

She turned around and began to run.

She was far from being in control of her body, or mind for that matter, as survival instincts took over and told her to keep running. She felt nothing, she saw nothing, she thought of nothing. She was utterly powerless against the shock puppeteering her. She tripped and fell several times but she got up and kept on running in unknown direction.

—

The next thing she knew was waking up under snowy bushes. The leaves had formed a nice bedding for her and strong bush branches covered in thick fresh snow acted as a roof over her. But she was still very cold.

She tried to get up but her body had no strength left for anything. So she just lied there for a couple more hours, trying to remember what happened or how she got here. Still in denial and shock, she somehow managed to find her feet and heaved up, starting to walk in the direction her subconsciousness had picked as her eyes and mind still refused to function. It started to snow again.

Unknown time had passed while she was wandering through the familiar forest. It started to get dark when she finally stopped and lifted her gaze up.

Her naked toes and tail were bitten by the fresh snow and ice around her. Her clothes didn’t manage to fully protect her from the cold air. Her lungs and throat were pinched as she couldn’t breathe anymore. Her shoulders shook as tears rolled into her eyes while reality hit her hard with a jackhammer.

This was the darkest day in Alarea’s life and she had not yet fully made peace with it.

—
1030 words

Lit and Alarea ©
Rexals ©

Please do not copy, trace or distribute!