I'm Running, Running faster than any mortal can. I hear the sounds of the pavement pound away under my boots. The darkness is getting closer I can already feel the panic inside me swell. I hate the dark I always have. My mother told me once that even when I was a baby I would only go to sleep or be calm when I was in the light. I feel the evil envelope me. I dig deeper into the pavement trying hard to get out of the darkness' reach. My lungs are burning and my legs feel like they are going to breakaway but i know if I stop now then it will be the end of the world as we know it. Why does it have to be me that has to prevent it. I'm just five seconds away from collapsing and having a panic attack. I can not save the world rocking back in forth in the corner. I close my eyes trying to envision light. I focus on a memory of a gift that my father gave me. It was of an angel. He said he bought it cause it held a striking resemblance to me. Her hair was as icy blonde as mine and her porcelain skin gave off a silver almost white light. The night light always gave off the feeling of warmth and security.
Shocking me out of my daydream i hear a woman cry.
"No!!!" her scream is filled with pain and fear. The raw emotions make my eyes burn with grief.
"Crack!" her screams are now silent. I almost prefer her screams. At least her screams are filled with life and emotion. The silence is terrifying it is telling me I failed. The nameless woman has been sacrificed along with thousands maybe millions more. The want to give up is almost paralyzing. I slow my sprint down to just a basic run. The darkness is right at my heels. I almost let it consume me. I am not strong enough for this. Then like a mother calming a child I hear a voice. It was neither man nor woman it was like a mixture of both harmonizing together to soothe my soul.
"When Gaia's sun meets the moon and the ocean bleeds. The Darkness will swarm this world. Only you, Ashynna can save them." Just that simple statement fills me with strength. With a new confidence I go searching...For him and that damned....
Beeep!
I jolt awake by the insistent buzzing of my alarm clock. My heart is still beating like a jack hammer and my legs still feel like they are going to melt or break any second. That dream was not like the other ones. This one was real..Too real. As crazy as it sounds I think that maybe it WILL happen.
Darkness is coming and I think I'm the only one who can stop it.
Everyone wants to be something special. They just want to be remembered. Leave a mark to say that they were worth remembering. Ashynna, Was just a character I thought of. In my head I was her. I was special and powerful. I was the one that had a prophecy to fulfill. She was just one of my daydreams. Someone I wish I was instead of a boring small town girl. It took me awhile to realize that I may not be a future super hero but I can do something about being remembered. I do have talents. I can sing, act, write, and I can be a damned good mentalist if I wanted. I once had Sunshine convinced that I could see into the future. She was quite bummed when she found out I just predicted stuff with my little powers of observation. So to practice this craft I'm going for my PHD in psychology. Well, I'm starting of small and going for my AA in psych. But baby steps. In a way I was like Ashynna. She overcame her fear of the darkness in order to save the world. I am overcoming that dream world. To me my day dreams are no longer day dreams. They are something that's holding me back. Like a darkness enveloping me and not letting go. But I am going to fight the temptation to go back to that dream world. I'm going to stick with my reality and make it an adventure.
So, there is my first attempt of writing my old daydreams out. making them into a story instead of laying in my bed all day and pretending that it is actually me. I'm going to keep on writing about Ashynna. That is just the intro to what I promise to be an adventurous and magical story. If you have not noticed Ashynna is going to grow at the same rate I'm going to grow. She's me..
P.S.
My real name is not, Ashynna..
Xoxo,
Daydreamer
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