Dangerous Dreams

Fire was all I saw around me. Along with the screams of children. I ran toward the screams, but then the sound changed and I altered my course. Time slowed and shadows danced around me until they solidified. Soon, two children were standing in front of me in the middle of the fire, unharmed. The flames licked their bodies. They giggled, looking at each other, and ran up the stairs. I chased them to a room that was familiar to me. By the time they stopped, sweat was dripping down my brow and I was panting due to the lack of oxygen in the air. The little girl walked over to me and placed her hand on my cheek.

She looked me in the eyes and said, “Why did you let us die, Fain?”

Before I could answer, the fire swallowed them and I fell through the floor into a different scene. I was looking at the house from the outside as it burned to the ground. As it burned, a hand touched my shoulder. I turned…

… And woke with a start. The tingling sensation that meant pain to me in this world covered my body, and the branch that is my makeshift bed because of the dangers that lurk below at night.

Getting off the ground with some difficulty, I began to rub my eyes and brush off the dirt and leaves off. Once I was sure nothing was broken and I was clean, I went back to the tree I fell out of and gathered up my bow and quiver, along with my sack. This dream made me wonder about my life before.

I didn’t remember much of my life before I woke up on the forest floor. When I first arrived, I had no idea where I was or how I got there. I had wandered the forest for some time trying to remember something of my past. Soon, I noticed an emptiness which engulfed my sleep. No matter how hard tried I saw no dreams, but I felt like I was floating in an abyss. This abyss contained a darkness that froze you while you were there. Sometime later, I began to see a woman dressed in modern sophisticated attire. She always appeared calm, poise. Every time she visited, I would ask her name. She never answered.

She did show me about the place I was in—a place she called Legacy. She told me that everything around me was a dream that I created. Sometimes she would refer to me as an Architect from whom amazing things could spring. This stumped me. Until the day I confronted her about it.

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Cecil Amore

Cecil Amore has been writing stories for ten years, but only in the past four years has the passion taken control. He started writing fantasy because it allows people to dream about things that you normally don’t dream of as a kid.His runner-up story, “Dangerous Dreams,” was inspired by his love of dreams.

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