Thirteen is Wicked (thirteenth_) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2013-05-03 15:55:00 |
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Sleep soundly, in my grasp so tight - dream through each night, of every fear.” It was a solemn song, her voice high and sweet and clear. As she sang, the ripples changed the image reflected on the water’s surface. She saw the kingdoms and the mountains and the villages of the land, spread out before her like a child’s clever model. Firelight flickered here and there, like sparks upon dark velvet. The song went on, and a sense of calm slowly draped itself over the little creatures below as they ate their suppers and danced in the taverns and put their children down to bed. Yours and another, play thy part - nought but a lover’s kiss shall wake.” And one by one, the lights across the realm began to extinguish as man and woman and child lay down to sleep. They closed their eyes and yawned into their goblets, and with each new soul that gave into their inexplicable exhaustion, Thirteen felt her power grow. The pool of water was no longer just a pool - it was a doorway, dark and swirling with thick, perfumed fog. The fairy swung her legs over the edge and lowered herself down, down, down into the blackness and marveled at the sensation of each present, slumbering mind. Her victims. Her pathetic little pets. Their numbers grew with each passing moment, and the fog formed into solid steps beneath her feet. Leading her into the soft, malleable consciousness that lay open and vulnerable to her ministrations. Tonight, she was just a dream. “Children,” she cooed softly, a sharp-thorned voice that echoed through the mind of every human as they went to sleep. “My darlings, my pets. Do not be afraid. You have been blessed with my gift as of this night - not that any of you deserve it.” Her voice grew thicker now, spotted with fire. “Once again, I have been shamed by puny creatures with feeble minds. You do not appreciate that which is greater than you might ever imagine - you do not appreciate me. To bestow a grace upon your land is very generous indeed, and you shall appreciate it now. For a fortnight, you shall sleep and dream and walk amongst one another. You shall witness the darkest recesses of your fellow man’s mind, and it shall horrify and enlighten.” The fog whirled and gathered about her ankles, and the fairy turned her beautiful, terrible face upwards as if gazing upon the moon’s glory once more. Her voice dripped with venom and scorn, as she spoke to each and every sleeping subject. “Only a loving kiss shall serve to awaken those who are deemed worthy. You, and your others - your mundanes - you may be free only in your dreams. These slumbering lands, or the mundane world - you may visit whomever you like. The mundanes may be directed to cross through the door and find you, should they hold you or your other in esteem. And amongst yourselves, first awake shall be first to rescue. Gods above know that you will need the help. I shall also bestow visits in your dreams and in your nightmares, should my presence be so desired. There is a lesson to be had this endless night, my pets. Go to sleep with hope and love in your hearts, and I pray that you do not disappoint me.” |