V5 Chapter 31 Do you dream? 1/2

*Sound of flowing water*

Soft melodies flows hummed through the river, following its every movement, curving down the river bends. Soft green glow flows through the tall grass, reaching toward the trees that tower to the heavens.

*Angry chatter*

Chipmunks angrily squeak and chatter, throwing down their cards, as soon as, the giggling water spirit, showed her card.

" Full house. The player wins 5 to 1."

Adrian announced as he squatted in front of his barrel, pushing all the acorns from the middle of the barrel toward the water spirit. The two chipmunks angrily yelled in their own language, pointing their little paws at the water spirit, leaping angrily up and down upon the barrel. As they accused the water spirit of cheating.

The clean fresh air was fill Amon's lungs as he lay down upon the ever-so-soft grass. His gaze glued upon the crips' clear brilliant blue, with the wisp of white clouds here and there. Back in his own little paradise, he couldn't have wanted it any other way.

The sky suddenly became pitch black, Amon slowly sat up in shock at the sudden change, and his gaze kept watching the sky. The blue sky turned into blue eyes, blinking, and its vacant stare from Amon's paradise shifted to Amon. The glowing blue eyes shine such a brilliant light down upon Amon, Amon holds his arms over his face, protecting his eyes from the bright light. As Amon raised his arm, he noticed his arm and hand were red. He pull his arm back focusing on it just to realize his hand was soaked in blood, blood that was dripping down his arm.

Amon gasped as he flicks his hand away from him, blood splattered across the pitch-black sky, staining it red and turning the whole thing red as its darkness-like shadows stretched out from under the sky. Consuming the grass and trees into its growing darkness.

" What have you done?!"

A familiar voice screamed through a sob. Amon looks down to see his mother standing a distance away from him. Her trembling hands cover her mouth as she stares at her son in terror and disbelief. Amon looks down at where his mother was staring, just to see a small body. It's pure white skin and raven hair dyed in bright red blood. The dead baby was cradled in Amon's other arm, its eyes were open, eyes a dull green as its still stare gazed at Amon's belt.

" AHH!"

He yelled in shock as he flicks the baby out of his arm. The baby fell upon the green grass, a trail of blood linking the dead child to Amon. From the corner of Amon's eyes, he noticed the shadows approaching his mother and within less than a moment. The shadows climb up her legs and her body until it drags her into the shadow. Her body disappears within the pitch-black shadow in a blink of an eye.

The shadows came towards Amon at an alarming speed, consuming the dead Messiah into its shadows within seconds. Amon shifted backward, kicking his feet at the shadows trying to move away from them, as he whine in panic. The shadows moved so fast it ate up every last single patch of green, leaving only Amon.

Amon suddenly felt a pull upwards just to realize his arm was being pulled into the blood-red sky. He could feel the sky was like sharp blades slicing off the skin on his hand and through the blood, he could see the pure white bones of a skeleton hand. He panicked as he struggles against the sky, trying to pull his hand out but the pull was strong and just kept pulling him in.

Amon searched his body with his free hand, looking for something, anything to help him. He finds something hard tucked at the back of his belt. He pulled the item out just to realize it was Philomel's dagger, its blade shimming a brilliant light in the darkness. Amon gaze upon his reflection in the dagger as he made his choice...

Amon bites down on his lip as he closed his eyes and slices his arm off. No pain was felt but Amon felt himself falling downward. Wind current breezing past him from below. Amon opens his eyes just to see, the sky pulling in his forearm. Blood gushed out of the remainder of his arm but he couldn't really tell since it all looked the same under blood sky.

Amon winched in pain as he hits the ground hard. He groans as turns just to the dead, half-crushed corpse of his father laying next to him, in the pitch-black shadows. His father's dull red eyes stared at him.

" The Dragon Wars."

A voice bellowed and screeched from all around him, Amon recognise it as his father's voice but it sounded like a million cries through the echoes of a cave, shrieking as his father spoke. The shadows reach out towards the blood-red sky, forming a huge dark figure, the figure of roaring a dragon. Its eyes shine through all the darkness, one a brilliant blue, the other a golden yellow, slits of black in the middle, when the dragon blinks, it blinks sideways. From the corner of the eyes to the other corner, rather than one eyelid to the other.

" Was anything but pleasant."

The distorted voice of his father reminded him as the dragon stomps around crushing the homes of many and killing screaming villages.

" Is this what you wish for? Is this what your heart desires?"

The voice questioned and each word sent such an impact on Amon, that his eardrums felt like it was going to burst at any moment. It hurts just to hear its words.

" No... I...!"

Amon struggled to explain as he turns to his dead father but instead of his father, Philomel's dead body lay there, half crushed like his father's and rotting, to the point her bones were sticking out. She suddenly gets up and grabs Amon's shoulder. Rotten fleshing fell off her cheek.

" Help me."

She whispered in a tone of desperation and fear.

" *GASP*"

Amon shot up, heaving, trying to breathe as he bends over, cradling his head in his hands.

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