• When I was little I was so happy, because I had an imaginary friend. I had someone to talk to that no one else could see, my own secret in a way. Now, when I asked other people they ever had imaginary friends when i was younger. Was I just that strange or lonely? But, what if I told you they were real. Everything that you ever imagined was real from your imaginary friends to the things that go bump in the night. When you think you see something, you don’t believe it then you blink and see what’s really there. What if I told you that was a lie and what you saw first was the truth. Well I am. Things you think you see are all real, it’s when you get the power to see into the real world and see it for what it is, but for most it only ever lasts a second. When we are little are brains are stronger and allow us to see into the world for what it is most of the time, but as we grow older we lose that ability. But, some people never lose that ability it only grows stronger. We are called the Dreamers, I know corny name. Most dreamers train themselves to hunt down demons. Demons aren’t your bibles holy version they are the things that go bump in the night. Most are monstrous creatures or your creatures of myth and folklore. There are good and bad dreams as we call them. There are unicorns, fairies, and even angels they are some of the good dreams. Then there are trolls, centaurs, and demons they are the evil dreams or nightmares. Then there is the void, the void is vampires, werewolves, elves and dragons because of all the dreams they choose to be good or bad. But, that goes without saying you could meet a good demon and a bad angel so you have to be careful. It takes years of work to become a Dream catcher or one who kills the nightmares.
    When I was born, I thought I was normal and so did the rest of my family. My parents weren’t home most of the time so I was home alone and I had a imaginary friend. But, I could feel and touch him though others could not. He told me it was normal. I never thought much about, when I turned seven I should have stopped seeing him, because that’s the age when normal people lose the ability to see them, but no I began to see more. My parents began to worry about me and they told me my imaginary friend wasn’t real, but how? I could feel him, touch him, and hear him. So how was he not real? I ignored my parents and they grew worried about me, so they called a psychiatrist. They psychiatrist worked for the Dream catchers to help them find Dreamers like myself. The Dream catchers were notified and I never saw my parents again. But, that happened to all of the Dreamers though. The first person I met was Alice she was an angel who worked with the Dream catchers. She told me that my greatest ally was my imaginary friend, but there was a problem. My imaginary friend was a nightmare.
    My imaginary friend, where to start, he means everything to me. Well, first off he is a nightmare. Most people who have nightmares for imaginary friends end up turning into Sleep walkers. Sleep walkers help there imaginary friend cause chaos and destruction, they are the strongest of the nightmares. But, I didn’t become a Sleep walker. I would have if Blood asked. Yes, Blood is his name. He is a very powerful nightmare and by that I mean he is in the 1st sect Deep Sleep. Deep Sleep is what the strongest Nightmares are classifies under. Most have to be Sleep walkers to get into that category. Blood isn’t but he’s in the category due to his strength. Now, the connection between imaginary friend and Dreamer is complicated and different for everyone. But, the imaginary friend serves the Dreamer unless they are Sleep walkers then it’s the other way around. But, sometimes that line is very thin. But, as I said my imaginary friend is a nightmare, he was born, like all the other nightmares from the darkness in humans hearts.
    All dreams are born from human hearts, sadness, anger, joy, hatred, greed, love, pain, and all the other emotions create dreams, but if there are more negative emotions in a persons heart a nightmare is born, if there are more positive emotions then a Day dream is born or a good dream. Daydreams tend to help us Dream catchers with our jobs, but sadly there are much more nightmares out there then Daydreams. And, there are so few Dream catchers, but we make do, we always have, so we will now. Someone has to protect the innocent people.
    At the moment I am at castle Skysong. Skysong castle is the main area that we Dream catchers reside in. And, its also the only place we are safe, seeing as how we fight Nightmares for a living they all want us dead, and the chances of survival outside of the wall are slim to none for a Dream catcher. Which is why we live in Skysong. Though, honestly I didn’t like it here. I’d have struck out on my own, but Blood refused to allow it. He could be very stubborn when he wanted to. I know he only wont allow it because he wants to keep me safe. And, I trust no one more than him. I walked down the long corridor towards the stable. The stable was my favorite place out of the whole castle. I made my way past the brightly colored doors and rugs that adorned the pale white stone walls. The walls of Skysong castle were made of a rare rock, it was a pale white color and it had an eerie white glow. I made my way past the main hall doors and stepped into the wide open courtyard. The courtyard was filled with statues of Dream catchers and imaginary friends alike. Surrounding every statue in a circle was a raised stone pedestal that dipped down and was filled with dirt that had flowers of every color in it. The ground of the courtyard was grass except for the marble paths that lead to each statue and the grand fountain in the center of the courtyard. I walked to the left courtyards exit. I slipped through the door quietly. I was supposed to be in the training room training, but I was an adept fighter so I see no need to waste all my time training when I’m much happier here doing hard labor in the stable.
    “ Skye your supposed to be training.” A cold distant voice said from behind me. I could feel him leaning over me. He rested his head beside my ear.
    “ You need to train, I can’t have you getting killed now can I?” he said this time his voice was not only cold and distant but there was anger in his voice and even a hint of annoyance. He let out a sigh and his hot breath made the hair on the back of my neck stand up, a nightmare, my nightmare.
    “ Skye go train.” he said softly leaning back.
    “ But, Blood I-” I started but I was cut off when he out his cool finger to my lips.
    “ Don’t argue just do as I say, alright?” Blood asked, though he really wasn’t asking he was telling. If I tried to object he’d most likely drag me to training. But, many people worried about the bond we shared, since he was a nightmare and the reason why he didn’t control me. The answer was simple, because I’d asked Blood the same question, and his answer was I simply don’t wish to control you. If I ever decided I wanted to though, I could and you would be helpless and unable to stop me. And I’ll admit it, there had been times when he made me do things, but had he not I’d be dead right now. I owed him my life ten fold. And, I knew he was right, I should be in training but I hated it there. Besides my training was five times as hard as everyone else only because Blood was a nightmare. I preferred the stables, it was quiet and the people and animals here were friendly. In training everyone just wanted to fight and injure me. Blood knew this, but he made me go anyway, in his opinion if I didn’t get beaten an have to push threw pain constantly I wouldn’t get stronger. Which again I hate to admit it but, he’s probably right but….
    “ Relax, Skye. I won’t let anything harm you I promise.” he said thoughtfully, when he noticed my sudden depression.
    “ Well sending me to training is the exact opposite of that now isn’t it?!” I demanded angrily. I went to turn around and storm off, but Blood was to quick. He caught my arm and spun me around to face him. And I came face to face with those violet eyes of his, that seemed as if smoke danced behind them. His black hair fell like a veil in front of his eyes, but did little to lessen the intensity of his gaze. His jaw was set in and angry tick and his mouth was set into a slight frown. Blood was very tall and lanky, he didn’t look like much, but he was extremely powerful, and his grip on my arm was like a vice grip. After a few seconds, he shook his head and stepped back, his raven’s black hair dancing around his face, to reveal the two dark black horns on his head that were almost unnoticeable against his black messy hair. He placed his hands in the pockets of his black cargo pants, then a movement drew my attention, but it took me only and instant to realize it was Blood’s tail, long and lean and arrow tipped just like the devil tails depicted in books and movies. I moved my gaze back to his face where our eyes meet.
    “ Go to training Skye.” he said his purple eyes glowing bright as he said it. I couldn’t even object, I had made him mad which was never good. He was manipulating me, making me do what he wanted me to do. Once I gave into his will I was able to move of my own accord, but alas I still had to go to the same dreaded place, the training room, my own personal slice of hell. Oh joy.
    I walked back through the court yard, and threw the main hall. Past the brightly colored doors and rugs that adorned the walls again. The main hall was a large room. It had a high arched window and large stained glass windows depicting scenes from the Dream catchers past. The windows were many bright colors, to think about it everything was bright here, which annoyed me actually. I preferred darker lighting, smaller windows, and even darker colors. The bright colors was just one of the many reasons I didn’t like it here, but Blood explained to me I felt this was because I was tied to a nightmare, and seeing as how nightmares were made from the darker things it was only natural that I preferred them. I sighed and walked through the main hall and underneath the crystal chandelier. I walked to the stairs that curved to run along the walls. The stairs started almost at the center of the room and curved out and ran against the walls for the last feet. I started up the steps glaring down at the floor. The white stone floor turned to a pale gray stone as you headed up the stairs. When I reached the second floor the floor was a stone gray, a few shades darker than the pale gray of the stairs. I headed to the right till I came to two dark oak wooden doors. As I said before my own little slice of hell was waiting for me behind these doors. Just beyond them was the training room, my most hated place of all Skysong castle. Ah well, I had no choice but to enter through the doors in front of me. I took a deep breath and shoved the wooden oak doors open.