~Envy's Dream~ Envy's dream was quite strange. She was in the middle of a meadow, filled with flowers; all the colors of the flowers were white, no other color. This is odd.. She thought in the dream as she walked through the field of flowers. She picked a flower, patches of the field going dead. She stepped back. "What's happening here?" She asked herself. She walked further forward, oblivious to the colors on the flowers changing. They were turning from white to light pinks, purples, oranges, and blues; but there was one flower in particular that was still white, that was in the middle of the meadow. She walked to the flower and crouched in front of it, there wasn't any light, it was just the moon. It was dark and the flowers gave off a radiant shine; all except the white flower. This one didn't change, it stayed white. She stretched her hand - her fingers forward - her touch gentle on the frail plant. It died before her, not like a normal flower, though; it had shattered. It had shattered to tiny pieces before her; there weren't dead leaves, just small pieces of green and white shards. Everything was a blur after that. The ground began to rumble and shake, making her fall. The other plants were hard on her back, just like the white one they had all shattered like glass. What's going on here? A word wouldn't come out of her mouth, nor a scream. The meadow before her started disappearing; the green seemed to fall away like tiles that failed to support the world. The pit around her grew closer and closer until she was falling herself. 'Help!' She tried to scream, but it didn't work. She found her arms flailing for something to hold on to. She thought she saw something in the corner of her eye, but she was wrong; it was black nothingness all around her, no light, not even from the moon - which was no longer visible. She kept falling, failing to scream for help. She was hopeless, she couldn't do anything; she would die, surely. ____________________________________________________________
Note to self: Remember that this was on page 120 in the LoZ: Twilight Princess RP!~
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Ariel shook her head in response to the tired question, a slight giggle escaping her lips. Seth's next questions somewhat surprised her. Did he think she didn't like him? 'If they're like me, he doubts they'll like seeing him around?' What was that supposed to mean?' The blonde shook her head and bit her tongue, a small smile on her face. She spoke without hesitating, "Why wouldn't they like you? Sure, you're not someone who'd be in the forest very often but they're nice people. The Deku Tree would let you in, no worries. Since I grew up there, there's even more of an exception, I'm sure." she hung her head slightly, looking down at her dangling feet. She wondered why the last comment made her heart feel like it'd sank a little inside? The blonde stood up, shaking her head once more as she scratched her cheek. She gave a few light giggles though there wasn't really a meaning behind it. "Do you really like being in my shadow that much?" she asked, her attempt to keep her voice calm was failing quite miserably. This girl - this blonde that looked almost like a porcelain doll - kept a barrier, almost a wall to keep her feelings to herself; the only flaw with that wall was that there were cracks in it, everywhere. She'd always pushed others away, staying by herself nearly every day. But then, here she finds this guy at Lake Hylia, her first day out of the forest and he'd seen right through her wall and she'd kindly let him in. That was the thing. On the outside, she made a hard stone wall to keep from getting hurt when on the inside, she was made of fragile glass that could shatter quite easily. It'd always been that way, ever since her parents had died; it'd been that way since she was a child. There's nothing that could change that, it was how she was. Actually, it was how her mother was, just not as fragile on the inside. Not made of a thin glass, but her mother had been made of diamonds; one of the hardest stones to shatter. Beautiful but stubborn.
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