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Chapter 1

Who is it, the one who occupies my dreams, Lives in my life, that is the person of the withered sword the shield that writhes. I am the one who wields the swords made from shackles and the shield of fate what will become of this mystery of ice a ruler only in the wind, those chilling eyes. Yes they are the stuff of nightmares a day incomplete. I am the double sword-wielding daemon they, a spirit with no meaning, a ghost without a past, the lost one, Immune from time. Who is this person who hunts my thoughts, but is that really me standing next to them?

“Ah! Light!” Sumbae awakens from her restless sleep “Who was that really? The dreams are getting more vivid I but the figure I’m still in the dark about.”

“Wake up!” shouts her mother from downstairs “breakfast is ready!”

“Okay!” yells Sumbae downstairs “I’ll be down in a minute!”

“What!” yells her mother back with a heavy drawl.

“Well thinks Sumbae she can’t talk normally for long but at least it’s a little,” Sumbae repeats herself and shouts back “I’ll be down in a minute!”

“Wat?!”

“I’ll be down in a minute!” Sumbae gets her clothes on,

“Pardon?”

“I’ll be down in a minute!” she bushes her hair, runs downstairs

“What!” shouts her mother,

“No need to shout I’m standing right in front of you,”

“what were you saying dear?”

“Nothing, It doesn’t matter,” Sumbae says in flatly.

“I’m going now!” shouts Sumbae as she leaves the house

“goo-,” Click goes the door “Oh, goodbye have a nice day,” Sumbae’s mother whispers to herself melancholy.

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Fire and Ice

In the dream my dream I am ice, they are fire back to back on a never ending battlefield.

I feel pain, like a sword being pulled from my chest, It’s almost real. I feel cold enveloping my whole body, and embracing it. My blood runs cold fire is jeering at me from behind my hazy vision a person enveloped in fire stands before me. “I am glad,” I hear myself say “your eyes have the fire back in them.”

I hear back “your eyes are cold.” I do not know what happens next, before the fire flickers away so I can see who it is standing before me, I wake.