The mist settled upon the water, lighting flashed as if reaching from the heavens striking the lake, and then he appeared. A silhouett of a man standing on top of the water in the middle of the lake. He started walking gracefully towards us his menacing features becoming so much clearer, and I was afraid. Yes, I was very afraid.

There was a line that crossed his face, a burn mark. His eyes glowed like the lightening that had appeared before his arrival. His skin was gray and wrinkled outlined by his cloth hood that addorned his cloak. He was a man but seemed more like Frankenstein but with a grace to his walk. He walked with confidence. A man to be feared but also admired at the same time.

When he got closer a toothless smile crossed his face and he reached out his hand. He appeared to be greeting as men do. I admit I was afraid but I reached out towards him all the same, and that is when it happened. The lighting shot from his fingers into me. I felt the jolt like the energy recieved from the heavens above. My life flashed before me and I saw the past, present, and what could be my future. It was all glorious. I felt as if the power of god was pulsing through my body, and then he released me.

I dropped my head exhausted. I felt as though I had run a marathon, but the adrenaline was still there. I looked back up at him and that is when I heard his voice for the first time, but his lips didn’t move and nothing came from his lips.

“You are now one of us my friend. You have been given a great power and must use it wisely., “But what just happened, what power do I have?” “You now have the power of mortality and ability to control time itself. It is up to you to fix the wrongs.”

I couldn’t believe what I was being told, _Was I some kind of god now _I lthought to myself. A resounding no came to me. “If you misuse this power for your own gains you will be stripped of all that has been given to you and struck down.” He conveyed to me through telepathy. I nodded and understood that this power wasn’t a game, or to be used for my own gain, but to help humanity when needed.

The man then told me his name was Alexia and would help guide me through the ever changing phases of my new power, and when it was time I would pass it on to another. He then turned away and back out to the middle of the lake where two lightning flashes on both sdes of him crashed down and he was gone.

Morpheus has accomplished the unthinkable, but now the difficulty awaits. The perplexing decision he must make in order to determine his future. Morpheus sunk into a deep meditation, traveling to different worlds and beyond. When he approached a bright red door with nothing but a gold door knob displayed on it. As Morpheus reached his hand out to grip the door, he felt a sudden surge of energy flow through him. The door knob acting as a current for that electricity to conduct its power and Morpheus being the mediator for it. As he twists the door knob slowly to the right and pushed forward he was amazed by what he saw. It seemed to be an infinite void of fog. Blanketed in what looked to be water, but really was a floor of reflection. Forcing whoever comes in to face there true nature and form. Morpheus walked a couple yards with his head down towards his feet admiring his reflection. He has never been afraid to face his own shadow. Morpheus is happy and pleased with who he truly is. Out of no where two lightening bolts struck down. Morpheus did not even flinch, only raising his eyes to see. Subsequently he heard a voice in his head conducting him to choose one of the three paths. The lightening bolts acting as barriers to each path. Morpheus must choose whether to return back to his square world, stay here in reflection land or travel away to the circle realm.

She Has been through so much, More than you could imagine As the demons inside her try, Try, Try To break her.

She Is fragile for now, But her spirit And her love Shine through the pain she carries. She will not Be broken.

She Doesn’t know Just how beautiful, How precious She is. Hopfeully one day She will.

She Makes me proud Every day In every way, She Heals me In ways I cannot explain.

She Gave me another chance To fix my dumb mistakes Do better, Be better, Try, Try harder.

She Will be there Even when things get really rough. Ride or die, Laugh or cry, The life of any party.

She Is worth the challenge Of gaining her trust It is only because She has been through so much, She Is worth it all.

She Will make you laugh So hard you cry. She Will put you before herself, And she deserves that same love back, The forever kind.

It was loud.

Loud loud loud loud. Voices shot angery words at my reflection. The voices where my own, birthed from my mind. They hurt, yet I could not stop them. I never could.

At least that’s how it was only moments ago. Now, it was uncannily silent. A feeling I was unused to.

Instead of the sea of darkness, of angery voices and sharp knives, it was lighter. I was lighter. My sagging shoulders had been relived of their weight. The view was softer, like instead of a thundering monsoon it was a calm pitter-patter of rain on a roof. It was… beautiful.

“Where am I?” I half whispered, half gasped in a broken voice that hadn’t been used in a while.

A cloaked figure entered my line of vision, but I didn’t feel startled. I didn’t want to run, or hide myself. I felt at ease, for some reason I could not explain.

The figure spoke. “You are in a place where your greif and self-hatred have no power. You are in a place greater than all your terrible feelings. Welcome, child. To the land of beyond.”

I awaken to the vast blue space. My chest hammering like the salsa. I know I shouldn’t be here in this lane in between, but my feet believe otherwise.

The crack and booms of the storm off in the distance rattles me as I hold myself. Giving the only comfort I could. I had to find a way out. It was foolish of me to seek him out.

Damian?

I turned around and standing behind me was none other than my father.

Boom!

“Dad! You’re really here!” I cried. I haven’t lost him yet. There was still time.

“Better question is why are you here Damian? How are you here?” My dad asked worried.

“I’m fine dad. Really. I just…….” My mind was going a mile a minute. The storm was getting closer and when that happens “he” comes. Well he’s not having him! Not on my watch.

“Damian……how are you here?” My dad asked firmly. “The dreamway,” I answered as I grabbed his wrist and ran. “You know that’s dangerous! I’ve told you this.” I smiled. “Have I always listened?” My dad rolled his eyes as he grabbed me and pulled me back as a streak of white landed right in front of me!

“Whoa! Uh, thanks” I said catching my breath. The sound of the storm was getting closer, the weather even more intense. “Damian, you have to let me go. I love you more than anything but you know what’s coming. I don’t want him to take you too.” A cold chill went down my spine. I had no reason to leave. I was taking him home. Whether he wanted to or not.

Time passed as a black silhouette came into view. The storm surrounding him.

“Damian, for Novu’s sake listen to me!”

“Now what are we talking about here?”

A cold voice said happily. I jumped back.

“Nanashi” I muttered. As he walked around us, scythe in hand. “So what is the meaning of this invasion of my realm? Is it to browse around? No, it’s to take someone. One that can’t be taken.” He said as if he was singing. “It’s your fault to begin with! If you didn’t switch those candles,” his slimy finger touched my lip.

“My fault you say? No. You should have simply paid attention”

“I was four!” I screamed as ripples went over me like the sea. I reached my hand out but it wasn’t coming…not yet.

“It does not matter now. For a life extinguished is mine. Another filthy Godsend off the board.” He sneered.

Who was he to say that? He planned it! He took him from me and I just want him back. “You took him from me…….you took everyone………you…….”

It was here.

A gold line came crackling down.

Right into my hand.

I pounced with my staff in hand.

Thwack!

I slammed it right into his smug skeletal face and do you know what he did?

He laughed.

“You really think you can fight for your fathers freedom? A man who has died and could very well be sent to the gates of paradise, but instead you just want what you want.” He sweeped his scythe at me as I ducked and smashed his face again.

“Damian you have to let me go. There’s no other way out!” My father cried but the space became dark and cold.

“I was going to let you suffer with the guilt. With the simple fact that you had lost your father.” Nanashi hissed. “I was going to let you heal, to be with your mother who is only protected because of you…” his eyes of black flames seared into mine. “What do you mean my mother is protected? She’s a godsend too! You would just go after her next…” but both were quiet. Nanashi looked towards my father with a strange expression of respect?

To be continued…

I was alone—calm in the chaos. Anyone else would have been freaking out, running and trying to escape. But to me, this almost felt peaceful.

I could die, the voice in my head reminds me, but even so, I’m too mesmerized to move away. If anything, I want, no need, to get closer.

It was beautiful. The lights that moved from the sky to the ground, rushing the darkness away. I felt like a moth drawn to a flame.

I thought of the saying, “Lightning never strikes the same place twice,” as I watched that theory quickly get disproven.

How does it feel to be struck? Would I survive being hit twice? Probably not. Something so beautiful couldn’t be that bad. Could it?

I looked up and saw the lightning coming down toward me. I raised my hand to help it reach me faster. I know what they say: “Curiosity killed the cat,” but I believe I must have some kind of death wish.

In less than a moment, I felt a million bolts of electricity enter my body. I had never felt a pain so awakening before.

Black dots started appearing as it felt like I was struck again. The pain felt twenty times worse but lasted only a second before everything went dark. The last thing I did was take one final look at the beautiful chaos happening around me.

An electric buzz reverberated above Suri’s head. She stood in a shallow lake of sorts with no land in sight, just listening. The water lapped at her bare calves, a deadly force leaping and dancing in the encircling clouds. Flash! Suri felt the lightning touch her skin with a note almost too high to hear. Spinning Suri dipped her fingers into the warm water pushing the lightning into it, causing to a pure tone to sound fourth. This sound no mortal instrument could produce, this sound was of the stars, moon, and the sun itself. Suri grinned as she danced with the sky fire, it felt right. One wrong move would result in her death, but performed right and she could transform the lightning into something delicate, bold, unpredictable. The water rippled with every caress of her gentle touch.

Another strike, new timbres forming stately with order, not loud but insistent and inspiring.

Another flash, the music began to become one, melding into one another as Suri danced. The water shifted color with her words and touch. Suri began to lose herself in the music, forgetting any and all cares. She attempted to sing, to capture the feeling of ecstasy and peace, but her voice failed her, words held no meaning any longer.

The rythym shifted. A new tone, chaotic and powerful, made manifest. She looked up from her art, and saw a man shadowed by the fog, outlined by twin thunderbolts to either side of him. The sound of the lightning and water meeting directly with no control ground at Suri’s nerves. She growled with a sudden anger at the intrusion of her moment, her quiet place of sound and art. The man raised his hands lightning arced to his outstretched fingers. He began to dance his tone of chaos becoming stronger as he moved. Suri realized her own tone had began to fade, she reluctantly resumed the stately medley. As he moved closer their music clashed violently. Suri would not be beaten, she flung bolts of lightning at the water with a ferocity she had previously never known.

Electricity danced in the air. A perfect melody forming from nothing. Half calm and sturdy, half chaos and turmoil. Suri saw the story form before her eyes.

This was life and death intertwined, one part dependable as inevitable death another as chaotic as life. The contest morphed changing into a combined effort to make something beautiful.

A new tone.

A beautiful tone of life.

There was a man whose name was Lightnet. He had the control of lightning. Whenever he saw it rain, he made it lightning storm . Lightnet had lightning for 5 days until he lost control because he used it for the wrong reasons.

He stands still, staring out of the abyss, waiting, contiplating on the eyes that will move upon him. He shows no emotion, for he can feel none. The only thing he knows is the eye’s will move upon him, then he will take their soul. The places he will take them will make them regret ever gazing upon him.

Johnny took the small paper tablet without consideration. He laid it on his tongue and let his eyes roll behind his eyelids as he awaited relief. Electrifying acid, he thought.