Dark Light @ MindSay

have you ever driven home late on a dark and rainy night?

when your car is the only one on the road

you are all alone

it is pitch black out.....

and one street light passes over you and its bright for a moment

then in one second later it is gone.....

this is my life

all alone

dark and sad

every once in a while a light will shine on me

but then it dissapears before i get time to even reconise it

***SPOILER WARNING! THOSE WHO HAVE NOT READ HARRY POTTER 6 SKIP THIS POST***

Okay, my dream catcher wasn't working last night.

411, when I have a dream that carries with it certain sensations, I am driven to write them down. This is one of the more...bizzare ones.

It started out as if a movie preview. It was the sequel of a dream that I had just finished. All I remember about that dream was that I was on the beach hanging out with some Scottish guy being shot at by some psycho dude. When I was in the water, I found a huge lump of pure gold, and gave it to my grandmother. The next dream, the one I’m really writing about started long after. I had grown up, my grandmother had died, and left my uncle with the gold, and he built a commercial empire using the gold as his basis.

            The dream starts with me approaching him along with a Girl who I seemed to know pretty well, her younger brother, and scoot was in there somewhere. We were standing on this futuristic bridge thing that lead into the upper levels of the empire headquarters. It began with us trying to infiltrate the facility of my uncle (at this point we had turned back into teenagers). Once we got in, we used the elevators (pretty screwed up ones) to eventually get to the first floor. When we were there, we saw a bunch of employee/private school students (the building served both as their workplace and their brainwash facility). Among them was…Data, from star trek. I had to tell scoot not to talk to him and he replied, “I know”.

            Scoot and I, having left the girl and her brother somewhere (might have been captured, not sure exactly), proceeded to pretend that we were among the students. We were wearing their clothes and talking on cell phones. I reached in my pocket to see if there was a palm pilot there (because the previous occupants of that shirt was a nerd, like everybody else in there). When there wasn’t, some kid asked if I had lost a Palm Pilot. I hadn’t, but I answered yes and he through me a palm. Somehow we were caught, and the headmaster (who I’m assuming to be my uncle) threw us out in the street. Walking home with a defeated feeling, we spotted somebody who looked like Dumbledore…hey, it’s my dream.

            Both knowing he was dead, we rushed over to him in a hurry. It turned out not to be him, just a guy who looked like him. He was tanner and had no mustache, just a long wizards beard. He said, “Know, I’m not Dumbledore. I hear there was some guy over in Britain who got wacked by this name. Really liked sweets, apparently. I looked up at the sign of the restaurant we were standing under. With tears flowing openly, I heard

Dumbledore’s voice echo in my mind. I saw the cherries and the bananas and the ice cream in the sign, and I heard his voice describing to me his favorite treats. I looked around, and realized that Scoot was no longer with me. I was suddenly afraid and rushed back to the big building.

            Nobody was hanging out inside as they were before. It looked as if they just up and left, leaving everything skiwompas and unkempt. The table that the headmaster was sitting at was overthrown. I went out back (yes, the skyscraper sized building had a back yard), to find maybe a dozen bodies, mutilated and steaming on the ground. I yelled for Scoot, fearing the worst. When he came to me, he greeted me with a terrible snarl, as if the Swiffer call had gone mental. He proceeded to attack me. He wasn’t talking at all, just glaring, with eyes that weren’t his. He still looked like himself, but those eyes. I didn’t know at the time, but as I’m sitting here writing I realize that I’ve seen eyes like that before. When his favorite Anime creation Takaida goes mental like that, murdering at random, lusting for blood, he gets those eyes. The whites become black, the iris becomes yellow, and the pupil glows a dark red. His eyes were like that, only bloodshot on top of everything else. He had become dark light. He was taking his rage out on the bastards, who in fact had nothing to do with Dumbledore’s death. He didn’t even recognize me. It was as if some evil power had overcome him entirely.

            There I was trying to block his attacks with the shinai (we were still sword fighting), and I was trying to reach his inner self, the lump of a friend that I knew. He showed no signs whatsoever of reaction. I continued this process of defending myself, trying not to hurt him, but trying to reach him. I don’t know what happened, because my mom woke me up just then.

§ Chapter Five §

Tarin stood on the podium beside her brother as the local priest ordained him as the new King of Nim. She stepped forward and removed her father’s crown from the pillow Okela held; the young hand-maiden’s curly light-brown hair reached over her shoulders and lightly grazed the pillow. Tarin smiled as she turned to face Kaina. 

As Tarin stepped in front of Kaina he smiled gracefully up to her. His green eyes shining brightly, just like their fathers before he became ill. Tarin gently placed the heavy, emerald encrusted crown onto his wavy, jaw-length brown hair.

“Arise, King Kaina, ruler of Nim and the great area it encompasses,” Tarin said as Kaina stood slowly. He walked around her and bowed lowly as the townspeople looked on and cheered loudly.

§

That night a feast ensued, and it seemed as though the entire city of Nim were celebrating. Kaina would be a great king, and promised to uphold the laws of Nim, as well as remain the loving countryman he was. Tarin was hopeful for her brother, and knew he would far surpass those kings that had come before him.

Tarin watched carefully as her brother drank and celebrating with the townspeople, and those who had travelled from the nearby cities to rejoice in his coronation.

As the night rolled on, Tarin became weary. She stood from her brother’s table, bowing as she did so in order to excuse herself from the king’s presence, and walked towards the heavy oak doors that would lead her to the rest of the castle. As the doors closed behind her, Tarin felt as though she were being watched. She turned around, only to find a man wrapped in a dark hooded cloak watching her from beside the door frame.

“Young Tarin,” he called to her. His voice was unfamiliar, yet calming at the same time.

“Yes,” she replied, taking a small step back as he approached.

“Do not be afraid,” the man continued. His voice was soft, and when he spoke it sounded as though he were singing a ballad. “I have come to you on behalf of your father.”

Tarin looked confused as the man stepped closer. The light of the moon shone through one of the nearby windows, casting its pale light onto the floor between the two. He took one final step into the light, and removed his hood. His hair was a dark colour, almost as black as the night sky. The man’s features were strong, but his skin was quite pale. He had a square jaw, and his eyes held a strong look as he stared at her. Tarin then realized that this was not a man at all, as she looked at his long pointed ears peeking out from under his dark, shoulder length hair.

“You are an Elf,” she stated blatantly.

“Of course I am,” the Elf responded sharply. “I come from the Forest of Cartha which lies south-west of your city. Your father bade me to come here many years ago, on the eve of Kaina’s coronation. I was to give you this.”

The Elf pulled a large tome from his cloak and handed the great book to Tarin. She turned the book to the left in order to catch the reflection of the title in the moonlight. Tome of the Prophets she read. The book was bound in leather, and the title was inlaid in silver on the front. Tarin looked up to the Elf as he continued.

“I was also told to urge you to return to the forest with me in two days time in order to begin your training.”

“I beg your pardon Master Elf,” Tarin started. “But I don’t even know what training it is I am to receive in your forest. I do not know if I want to go until I know exactly what it is I am to learn there.”

“I am sorry Your Highness,” the Elf bowed. “I thought perhaps your father had told you of the training that would follow once you reached Cartha. And you may call me Galdor Elensar.”

“My father simply told me that I was to go to the forest, but did not mention what sort of training that would go on there,” Tarin replied quietly.

Galdor stepped forward once again, and touched the edge of the book as Tarin held it tightly. He looked at her, his eyes a colour unseen, as dark as his hair, but as light as the early morning sky. Tarin flinched as he looked at her.

“Perhaps for the next two days, you should read as much as you can,” Galdor responded. “You should also prepare a party to travel with us. It would be much safer if there were more than the two of us. The roads grow ever more perilous as the days continue.”

Tarin did not respond, but continued to stare into the strange Elf’s extraordinarily coloured eyes. Galdor smiled faintly before turning and walking back towards the doors of the Great Hall, where Tarin heard the minstrels singing, and the people still celebrating.

Tarin looked down at the enormous book she held in her hands, then back up to the oak doors. She wondered who the mysterious Elf was, and worried if she was able to trust such a strange being. Elves were something rarely seen in Nim, and Tarin grew weary of his message. She turned, and ascended the nearby stairs to her room, where she set the large tome on the table in the corner.

Tarin sat on the corner of her bed for several minutes before deciding it was best for her to sleep. She did not even bother to change out of her gown before laying her head on the burgundy pillows, and surrounding herself with the quilt at the end of the bed. As she closed her eyes, she dreamed of a great fire, engulfing a large forest. A light coloured horse ran across in front of the flames, and then disappeared into the horizon.