Lyrit was laying on the ground, looking up at the sky. There were birds, somewhere off in the distance, and she couldn't quite grasp that the soaring
v's could possibly be a real living being.
Lyrit had been lying this way for hours, doing nothing more than dreaming. Dreaming, what she always did. At times, her parents would complain about the dreaming, but it seemed that it could not be stopped. Lyrit was a natural dreamer, one who was meant to dream.
There were some who were meant to be dreamers, and others who led other lives, traveling along other paths. Lyrit was a born dreamer, destined to live her life this way, unable to control it. Her mind would wander aimlessly, and she valued the smaller things in life. Her friends would laugh at her, stopping to examine a pretty leaf, or a lost butterfly. They thought that she was strange, after all, what was it that was so interesting about such small things? There was more to life for sure, things meant for those who could see the larger picture.
Even though being a dreamer made life hard for Lyrit, she would never change what she was for all the world. Even if she knew what was about to happen to her, she would refuse to live the small, mundane life of one who could not dream. After all, she had always thought that you couldn't live your life well if you didn't appreciate it, right?
And so, as the ship came bearing down on her, ruining her peaceful dreams, she wouldn't have changed what happened. She wouldn't change her ability to dream, she wouldn't ever change her ability to be different. Even so, she was scared. A ship doesn't commonly float in the sky, and a ship isn't meant to fall down straight above you. She sat up and screamed, a small noise that no one could hear, save for those on board the ship. There was a man that came down, dashing from place to place, and lifted her up, and brought her aboard the large thing that had ruined her dreams. He brought her below the deck, and slammed the door shut. He left her with all the other dreamers, he left her alone.
Lyrit looked around her, at all the other small people that had been brought to the ship. She saw a likeness of her in all of them, they all seemed to share her ability to dream. They looked confused, as if they too had been disturbed in the midst of their peaceful dreams, as if they too had been brought on board against their will. This was most likely the case.
Lyrit stumbled to a box and sat down upon it. She hung her head, tired from being taken to such a place, tired from being interrupted from her dreams.
She seemed to be stuck below the decks of a floating ship for some time, where she had no ideas of dreams, where she could not dream. Here, the dreams had been sucked out of her and she could do nothing.
A man opened the door to the room, and yet another dreamer was dropped in. She seemed small and scared, and still the fire of dreaming that had been taken from all the other dreamers was left in her. At the sight of the girl, Lyrit felt herself rise up in hope, as if all was not lost.
And this pattern went on: A man would open a door and drop another dreamer inside, and he would close the door again, until he came back with the next dreamer. Lyrit felt her hope rise and fall like her breathing and laughed. Everyone in the room looked at her, as if she had gone mad and Lyrit felt her face flush. She smiled and stared at her hands, her hands that had gone through all of her life with her, her hands that were always familiar. She had always known every wrinkle and crevice in her hands and they held a small comfort.
At staring at her hands, Lyrit felt hope. She thought that her life would return to what her hands had originally seen that hard days were over. However, she was startled out of her thoughts when a man entered the room once more, this time without a dreamer. He barked at them, as if he were a dog, and they all felt inclined to obey. He spoke to them of things, about why they were there, about how they would be gone soon, that dreamers were something that the world would do best without. That he was going to throw them off of the ship, that their days were over.
Lyrit stared again at her hands. She wouldn't be leaving this life- not yet, her hands were not yet done with what they had to do. She felt herself stand, and utter a few words, random babble. The man flinched at the sound, and ran away, stumbling out of the room. She saw that her hand had been raised, that small wisps of light were retracting from it. The light of dreams, and what was left of them was coming through her hands, and making the man run away.
She saw the other dreamers staring at her with a sort of awe, as if she had done something powerful. Lyrit looked again at her hands, that were turned back to normal. Her hands were nothing, nothing at all it seemed. It was her that these people thought had ran the man away, her and not her hands. Lyrit tried to tell them the truth, that it wasn't her that had done it at all, that it was her hands, but not even a fellow dreamer would listen. She turned away, and left the room, leaving by the door that the man had left open.
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I seriously do not know how I came up with this. Perhaps it was the half - awakeness of me typing in my room, I dunno. But anyhow, I hope that you like it. If you want to rad more, I can post some, but if not, that's alright.
Lyrit had been lying this way for hours, doing nothing more than dreaming. Dreaming, what she always did. At times, her parents would complain about the dreaming, but it seemed that it could not be stopped. Lyrit was a natural dreamer, one who was meant to dream.
There were some who were meant to be dreamers, and others who led other lives, traveling along other paths. Lyrit was a born dreamer, destined to live her life this way, unable to control it. Her mind would wander aimlessly, and she valued the smaller things in life. Her friends would laugh at her, stopping to examine a pretty leaf, or a lost butterfly. They thought that she was strange, after all, what was it that was so interesting about such small things? There was more to life for sure, things meant for those who could see the larger picture.
Even though being a dreamer made life hard for Lyrit, she would never change what she was for all the world. Even if she knew what was about to happen to her, she would refuse to live the small, mundane life of one who could not dream. After all, she had always thought that you couldn't live your life well if you didn't appreciate it, right?
And so, as the ship came bearing down on her, ruining her peaceful dreams, she wouldn't have changed what happened. She wouldn't change her ability to dream, she wouldn't ever change her ability to be different. Even so, she was scared. A ship doesn't commonly float in the sky, and a ship isn't meant to fall down straight above you. She sat up and screamed, a small noise that no one could hear, save for those on board the ship. There was a man that came down, dashing from place to place, and lifted her up, and brought her aboard the large thing that had ruined her dreams. He brought her below the deck, and slammed the door shut. He left her with all the other dreamers, he left her alone.
Lyrit looked around her, at all the other small people that had been brought to the ship. She saw a likeness of her in all of them, they all seemed to share her ability to dream. They looked confused, as if they too had been disturbed in the midst of their peaceful dreams, as if they too had been brought on board against their will. This was most likely the case.
Lyrit stumbled to a box and sat down upon it. She hung her head, tired from being taken to such a place, tired from being interrupted from her dreams.
She seemed to be stuck below the decks of a floating ship for some time, where she had no ideas of dreams, where she could not dream. Here, the dreams had been sucked out of her and she could do nothing.
A man opened the door to the room, and yet another dreamer was dropped in. She seemed small and scared, and still the fire of dreaming that had been taken from all the other dreamers was left in her. At the sight of the girl, Lyrit felt herself rise up in hope, as if all was not lost.
And this pattern went on: A man would open a door and drop another dreamer inside, and he would close the door again, until he came back with the next dreamer. Lyrit felt her hope rise and fall like her breathing and laughed. Everyone in the room looked at her, as if she had gone mad and Lyrit felt her face flush. She smiled and stared at her hands, her hands that had gone through all of her life with her, her hands that were always familiar. She had always known every wrinkle and crevice in her hands and they held a small comfort.
At staring at her hands, Lyrit felt hope. She thought that her life would return to what her hands had originally seen that hard days were over. However, she was startled out of her thoughts when a man entered the room once more, this time without a dreamer. He barked at them, as if he were a dog, and they all felt inclined to obey. He spoke to them of things, about why they were there, about how they would be gone soon, that dreamers were something that the world would do best without. That he was going to throw them off of the ship, that their days were over.
Lyrit stared again at her hands. She wouldn't be leaving this life- not yet, her hands were not yet done with what they had to do. She felt herself stand, and utter a few words, random babble. The man flinched at the sound, and ran away, stumbling out of the room. She saw that her hand had been raised, that small wisps of light were retracting from it. The light of dreams, and what was left of them was coming through her hands, and making the man run away.
She saw the other dreamers staring at her with a sort of awe, as if she had done something powerful. Lyrit looked again at her hands, that were turned back to normal. Her hands were nothing, nothing at all it seemed. It was her that these people thought had ran the man away, her and not her hands. Lyrit tried to tell them the truth, that it wasn't her that had done it at all, that it was her hands, but not even a fellow dreamer would listen. She turned away, and left the room, leaving by the door that the man had left open.
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I seriously do not know how I came up with this. Perhaps it was the half - awakeness of me typing in my room, I dunno. But anyhow, I hope that you like it. If you want to rad more, I can post some, but if not, that's alright.
