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Dreams stem from belief They grow from hope, which stems from imagination Imagination is for those that want better, So they hope and see a better place They believe that that place is reality, and dream.
Dreamers can make that world They can struggle, and work hard. But they can also give up just as easy as they started, Because dreams are like smoke blow from the flame of a candle. They are always changing and disappearing.
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... Life and Death are cruel mistresses. They are the beginning and end of dreams. They are the obstacle and end of life. Because with life comes struggle and age, and death, the cold end. Thin fingers grasp at the curtains of the carriage, the dirty, chewed nails digging into the red fabric. The large box was finely decorated, worthy of a noble. What it carried though was anything but a noble--but a child branded a witch.
The brand came from her being herself--a dreamer, or a believer. She boasted of imaginary deeds and abilities that were unthought of. She wanted to fly, soar above the trees on a horse. She sought to go down; into the dirt and discover beautiful gems. She didn't want to be the princess, or a knight. They weren't as appealing to her. She wanted magic, something that would make her wildest dreams come true.
But the end of that dream was approaching quickly, as the carriage carried her away from the forest to the lords castle manor beyond the forest. There, she would be tied up to a rock and drowned.
A young boy, only in his early teens stood beside a horse, a large black horse that had always been his best friend. Fumei was a sorcerer, and had been known since the age of five, and ever since then hes been running, running from the death that seeks to curl its long dark fingers around his neck and take him. He knew where the carriage was going, and he knew he had to stop it, so he threw the rock that was in his hand, whacking the driver unconscious and causing the horses to stop.
The girl falls forward with a loud yelp as the carriage abrubtly stops. She had tried to hold onto the fabric she had been holding, but was too weak from hunger to keep a good enough grip on it. People were cruel to those they thought were magical, and they were no less harsh on her than any other. She pushes herself up off of the seat she had fallen I to and rubs her busted lip, the coppery taste of blood filling her mouth.
The door swung open to a white haired young boy with odd ice blue eyes, "miss, you should come with me" he said softly holding a bruised hand out for her to take, the large black horse behind him had red eyes and was fully tacked up.
She turns her head to him, her hazel eyes widening. Bewildered, but knowing what he said was true, the girl reaches out and takes his hand. She hastily licks the cut on her lip and nods her head, "Okay."
He pulled her out and pushed her to get onto the large furry horse. "Miss im sorry but im just trying to help" he said hoping she would run from him as he jumped onto the horse to the best of his abilities.
Her face quickly turns into a smile as she's helped up onto the large horse, "I know." She gently touches a lock of the mounts dark hair, rubbing it between her fingers.
After they were both on he kicked the horse and it took off into the forest, he didnt even have to steer, it was like the horse just knew perfectly what he was doing and where they were going.