Nightmare of Memories

From the point of view of Dione

My body is very weak. I hardly have the strength to stand. I am being led through a large group of, what seem to be, people, but they have no faces or other distinguishing characteristics. More like black shadows. A platform is built in the middle of them and I am led upon it. There are three separate ropes around my neck, someone in a black robe and hood on either side and in back of me holding them. The only clothing I wear is a white sheet tied around my waist. It rests on my hips as not to fall. My hands are shackled behind my back and I feel like I’ve been beaten, though I can’t remember anything before now. Once on the platform, the hooded people tie the ropes loosely to posts in the corners. They push me to my knees, my legs colliding with the jagged wooden floor. The thunder and lightning become fiercer as a fourth person approaches holding my three main mage items, glowing black. “Stefini,” she addresses me with disrespect, “the world has ended.” Her voice sounds familiar and she knows my true name. “The Nightmare has come.” The Nightmare? That was last year. We’ve been fighting to prevent a second one. “You’re to blame.” She pulls back the hood of her black robe to reveal silvery-grey hair.
“Grandma!?”
“You’ve let me down. You’ve let us all down.” She stares hatefully at me. I look up to her with wide eyes.
“It wasn’t my fau-” Grandma’s hand connects with my face, slapping me hard. My cheek stings but I don’t even feel it as I’m too shocked she even hit me. When I gain enough courage to lift my head again I see that my grandmother’s form has melted away and is replaced by Abel. He holds the dark relics in the air and chants, “My master, I grant you these talismans the mage was so foolish to give me.” The Dark Messiah is encased in evil energy and when it dispels a man looking similar to Abel smiles wickedly down at me.
“It’s an honor to finally meet you, Mioshe Dione.” The sky turns to red and the freakish howling returns to my ears, lining my eyes with tears. That was the most hellish time of my life and it is returning just as fast as it had ended. The Dark One grabs the sides of my head and tilts it up, kissing me. It’s all I can do not to cry. When he finally releases me, I’m in complete darkness, unbound and lonely. “Do you think this world can be saved?” I connect the voice with the face and cringe. Why is this happening? Looking at my wrists, I resist the urge to scream as deep cuts appear. “I’m with you until I die.” Although I don’t want to turn my back on the darkness, I turn to look at Rameses with sad eyes. He has his hands clasped as if in a prayer, and stares into space as he talks. “I can endure anything with you… Even being burned by the fires of hell.”
“Rameses…” Rameses snaps his head at me, confronting my poor form with a furious stare.
“I thought I had no need to wish for anything else. You said our happiest times were ahead… Nothing but more loneliness and pain. You lied to me… You betrayed me.” The first I notice I’m in my mage robes, which are disappearing. I sit entwined in golden ribbons, the magic almost completely dispersed. “I thought you loved me. I thought we would spend the rest of our lives together… You only used me. You cheated me and lied like mad. It was all an act, wasn’t it? Nothing but selfish lust. You didn’t love me. You never have! I hate you!” Hearing these words in Rameses’s angelic voice and coming from his sweet lips makes my tears flow uncontrollably. The golden ribbons slowly fade to black and shock me. I allow myself to black out and finally awaken from this nightmare.

Nightmare of Memories

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