This prologue that I'm posting here is BY NO MEANS a final draft. It has only been edited twice.
that being said
Waking Dream: Volume 1 The Hall of Shadows
With a yawn, Therese kicked at the dirt in front of here. It seemed liek hours she'd been waiting for her best friend, Emmaline, to come to the door. She knew that wasn't true, but Therese had always been an impatient creature. Especially lately. She kept geting glimpses of the strangest things, a temple fire, a crying child, an injured boy.
Even more unsettling was the way the very air around her seemed to change. Before she barely noticed it, unless it were windy or humid, the air around her just was. But these days there seemed to be a power in nature. She could feel the omnipressent weight of the atmosphere and the burden of possiblity. Colors danced in her peripheral vision and music seemes to come from the very starts at night. There was beauty everywhere and it seemed tot he girl as if she had been wearing dark glasses and ear plugs her whole life. Suddenly everythign just was, without constraint or fear. She liked the feeling.
But alogn with the power, and enhanced sense there was soemthing eerily sinister going on lately, too. Her best friend seemed distant, and it seemed as if there were ceatures fromt he shadows reaching out for her. In the faces of old friends she saw a feral glint in their eyes, much like that of a large animal that was never meant to be a pet. There was a restlessness in everyone she had ever felt close to. There was a spark of familiarity in the faces of strangers in the street, and eyes seemed to be on her at all times. Therese didn't know if she was simply paranoid of if there really was a shift in he balance of power.
Her dreams seemed to be telling her something important. Something about a beautiful, young priestess in a long forgotten cult. Therese spent hours filling notebooks with what her dreams and visions told her of this girl, this Lealoka. The beautiful doomed woman. And with each grain of knowledge she gleaned, the clearer the energy of the universe became, and the more persistent the feeling of being followed.
If she weren't so certain that Lealoka had something to tell her, she'd leave the shadow world alone. Ignore the beckonning from the strange place where dreams were born. But Therese could no more stay away from the mysterious, fog shrouded hallway than Emmaline could go a week without finding some new boy to moon over. It went beyond compulsion.
And Therese wanted to know why.
That one's for Ianto. Risen Mitten, Life Knife, and that old classic...Stun Gun.