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An excerpt from
Aisling's Field
We were in the clearing of my dreamland. The baby blue sky over head, the glorious blazing sunshine falling against our bodies. He was right in front of me, watching me. The soft grass under my bare feet felt even better than before. I was so happy to be back.
I stared into his blank eyes, studying the color. Black. With a hint of green. A color not seen in my world.
“Who are you?” I asked him.
A smile brushed across his lips, lighting up his stone face.
“I could ask the same thing,” his voice startled me. I wasn't sure what I thought he would sound like, I wasn't sure if he'd ever speak. His voice was soft and kind. Warm and piercing at the same time.
“I asked first,” I smiled back. I expected him to disappear like he did last time. I tried to will him here, to think only of him, make him stay. If this was a dream, as it most likely was, I would try to control it. To control him.
His smile dropped away and his face was blank once again.
“Aven Brooks,” I offered, not wanting to offend him.
“Aven,” he said, his voice still calm and gentle. “Aven.”
I shook my head as he referenced my name, watching his eyes.
“Aven Brooks,” he crinkled his brow as he looked at me, concentrating. “May I ask, Aven Brooks, what are you doing here?”
“I don't know,” I whispered, suddenly feeling slightly frightened. “I don't know where here is.”
“Lost?” His eyes were wide, his voice ringing with sarcasm.
“Not exactly,” I rolled my eyes at him.
“Aisling's Field,” he stated as he began to circle around me, his walk dignified and sturdy. “You're in Aisling's Field. My home.”
“I think I'm dreaming,” I murmured as he continued to circle me. He made me nervous, yet I couldn't move. He intrigued me.
“Possibly,” he stopped in front of me, a smile returning to his lips. “Is it a good dream?”
“I don't know,” my voice felt tiny in comparison to his. “I'm not sure.”
“Not sure?” he laughed at me. My stomach tightened. “Is it a bad dream, then?”
I hesitated, biting my lip.
“A nightmare?” he hissed, and the sky began to darken, the nothingness beginning once again to take over. The loudest roll of thunder I had ever heard in my life shook the ground like an earthquake below me. I let out a yelp, nearly losing my balance. His eyes glowed in the darkness and I was afraid. Genuinely terrified. “Do you want to wake up?”
“Yes,” I cried, shaking. I no longer liked this place, this awful, beautiful place. “Yes!”
“You want to wake up?” he bellowed at me, the darkness overtaking me.
“Please, yes!” I screamed.
“Then...” He glared at me with his awful glowing eyes. “WAKE-”
“UP!” Tate's face was over mine, shaking my shoulders as he tried to rouse me out of bed. “Wake up, Aven.”
I stared into his blank eyes, studying the color. Black. With a hint of green. A color not seen in my world.
“Who are you?” I asked him.
A smile brushed across his lips, lighting up his stone face.
“I could ask the same thing,” his voice startled me. I wasn't sure what I thought he would sound like, I wasn't sure if he'd ever speak. His voice was soft and kind. Warm and piercing at the same time.
“I asked first,” I smiled back. I expected him to disappear like he did last time. I tried to will him here, to think only of him, make him stay. If this was a dream, as it most likely was, I would try to control it. To control him.
His smile dropped away and his face was blank once again.
“Aven Brooks,” I offered, not wanting to offend him.
“Aven,” he said, his voice still calm and gentle. “Aven.”
I shook my head as he referenced my name, watching his eyes.
“Aven Brooks,” he crinkled his brow as he looked at me, concentrating. “May I ask, Aven Brooks, what are you doing here?”
“I don't know,” I whispered, suddenly feeling slightly frightened. “I don't know where here is.”
“Lost?” His eyes were wide, his voice ringing with sarcasm.
“Not exactly,” I rolled my eyes at him.
“Aisling's Field,” he stated as he began to circle around me, his walk dignified and sturdy. “You're in Aisling's Field. My home.”
“I think I'm dreaming,” I murmured as he continued to circle me. He made me nervous, yet I couldn't move. He intrigued me.
“Possibly,” he stopped in front of me, a smile returning to his lips. “Is it a good dream?”
“I don't know,” my voice felt tiny in comparison to his. “I'm not sure.”
“Not sure?” he laughed at me. My stomach tightened. “Is it a bad dream, then?”
I hesitated, biting my lip.
“A nightmare?” he hissed, and the sky began to darken, the nothingness beginning once again to take over. The loudest roll of thunder I had ever heard in my life shook the ground like an earthquake below me. I let out a yelp, nearly losing my balance. His eyes glowed in the darkness and I was afraid. Genuinely terrified. “Do you want to wake up?”
“Yes,” I cried, shaking. I no longer liked this place, this awful, beautiful place. “Yes!”
“You want to wake up?” he bellowed at me, the darkness overtaking me.
“Please, yes!” I screamed.
“Then...” He glared at me with his awful glowing eyes. “WAKE-”
“UP!” Tate's face was over mine, shaking my shoulders as he tried to rouse me out of bed. “Wake up, Aven.”