The Midnight Priestess

And the

Battle of the Dark Ages

(Prologue) Chapter 1 Dreams

“You’re pathetic. You can’t even save your friends let alone yourself. All you do is bring them harm.” He laughed coldly at the tears that flowed down her face.

“I…I didn’t mean to hurt them! It wasn’t my fault!”

“It wasn’t your fault? You know very well it is, so don’t deny it. Why not escape the pain and fear, and join me? We could have an unstoppable power!” She choked back a sob that threatened to come out.

“Never! You would only increase my pain and fear! You don’t offer a way out of the torture; you offer a way deeper into it!” He frowned at her answer.

“I offered you life, but you chose death. Then so be it!” His eyes glowed crimson and identical light formed in his hands. She tried to raise herself off the floor, but found it too painful and with a groan collapsed in her own puddle of blood. She clenched her eyes shut as the red light surrounded her and prepared to steal her very life away. My friends…my family…everyone, I’m so sorry I couldn’t defeat him! I’m sorry I caused you so much pain! Goodbye...

Aowin Greye gasped as she shot up from bed. She was covered with sweat, and her bed sheets didn’t fare much better. Her emerald green eyes flicked around the room hastily. “Phew, just a dream…” She checked the time, 6:30 a.m. She still had awhile before she had to get ready for school, but she didn’t think she could get to sleep after that dream. Shivers ran down her spine as she thought of his cruel voice, and the way he had tried to kill that girl. There was something familiar about the girl, like she knew her, but in the dream it was so dark that she couldn’t see the girl well enough to name the face.

She had been having dreams like this nearly every night, kind of like a story. But she never remembered her dreams. The one she just had was slowly slipping from her mind already. She crunched her forehead up in concentration, but she couldn’t remember anything but the sound of that evil voice. Maybe all this means something…maybe it’s a sign…She wondered. Yeah right! She laughed at her own foolishness.

Aowin peeled off her sweaty pajamas and put on a light robe. She gathered up the sweaty garments and sheets and wandered through the door and up the dark hallway, half tripping and stumbling to the laundry room. She plopped the clothes in the washing machine and switched it on. Aowin felt filthy and sticky, so she dashed into the shower. She tried to take a quick ten minute shower, but she could never take it that quickly. It ended up taking thirty minutes and it was 7:00 a.m. when she got out. She sighed in relief; she felt wide awake and clean.

She hastily dried herself off and tugged on her school uniform. She brushed her teeth, cleaned her face, and ran a brush through her waist length chocolate brown hair. When she was finished she examined herself in the mirror. She smoothed out the wrinkles in her shirt and skirt. Her face frowned back at her in the mirror as she looked distastefully at her reflection. “I hate this uniform…It just has to come with a skirt…” She muttered to herself.

When she checked the clock again she gasped. It was 7:15 a.m., and the bus came at 7:20 a.m.! She darted into her parents’ room and hastily kissed them on the head then ran down the hall to her sister’s room and did the same to her. Aowin took a few sips of milk then shoved a piece of toast into her mouth and nearly crashed into the door in her haste to get out.