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“Yes, my plane leaves at eight. It should be arriving around three, so come by the airport about then. I'm sure Eryn will be glad to see me. Tell her I love her.”

I ended the call and slid my phone into my pocket. Fortunate timing, as the receptionist finished signing me in and handed me the room key. I thanked him and grabbed my bag, then headed for the elevator.

Two people stepped out of the elevator as I arrived. Good, I would be riding alone. I reached out and pressed the third floor button, but just as the doors were closing, a young woman who had checked in just after me rushed in. “Sorry, sorry, I didn't think I was going to make it.”

“You should be more careful,” I said as the elevator began to rise.

“I know,” she said with a smile. “I just didn't want to wait for the next one, and we are going to the same floor anyway, so.” She cleared her throat and turned away from me. I couldn't tell if she wanted to avoid conversation, or if she just found the situation awkward. I was happy to keep silent. After a long moment, though, she spoke up again.

“Um, did I hear you say that you were a doctor?” she asked curiously. I narrowed my eyes and nodded.

“If you're referring to the name I gave when I checked in-”

“Dr. Damen Black, correct?”

I sighed and gritted my teeth. “That is correct.”

“Oh, I'm sorry! I wasn't, like, spying on you or anything. I just heard and got curious. I mean, you look rather young to be a doctor.”

“Do I?”

“Er, well, maybe not that young, but, um...” She was blushing scarlet and stumbling over her words. The elevator couldn't stop soon enough.

“You fancy me, is that it?” I said. “It's happened before, but you're not going to get anywhere with strangers you meet in hotel elevators.”

Her face burned crimson and she turned away. The elevator halted and the doors opened. I stepped out and started down the hallway, but then I heard her say, “I'm sorry.”

I looked over my shoulder to see her bowing her head. I blinked. “What?”

“I'm sorry,” she said again. “I didn't mean to trouble you. Please forgive me.” Without another word, she turned in the opposite direction and walked away, stepping to a door on the far end of the hall and going inside.

I sighed again and walked on until I found my room. I slid the key card into the lock and the door opened. I had stayed in this hotel once before, though in a different room. I flipped on the light switch and glanced about. Modest sized with just one bed, a television opposite and a large window on the other side with the blinds drawn shut.

Dropping my suitcase, I sat down and began to undress. I flipped on the TV for some background noise, though I didn't pay much attention to it. My mind was on different thoughts. Mostly I thought about Eryn, how she would hug me when I got home and how I would carry her most of the day tomorrow. The thought brought a smile to my face. She did enjoy being daddy's little girl.

“And maybe, if I'm lucky, there won't be anymore stupid conferences I have to go away for,” I murmured. I left the TV on as I showered, then laid down in bed and watched it for a bit. The news held nothing but tragedy and everything else was either sub-grade movies or terrible, crude, or violent shows.

I turned the TV off and set the alarm for six. It was early, but I needed to get to the airport in time. I thought about staying up a while longer and reading, but I needed all the sleep I could get.

I hated sleeping alone.

* * *

There was a knock on my door. I opened my eyes and glanced at the clock, but it was hardly past midnight. I frowned and pushed myself up, then went to the door. “Who is it?” I called. There was no answer. I frowned and turned to go back to bed, but there was another knock. “Who is it?” I said again, more impatiently. Still no answer.

I stared at the door for a time then slowly turned back. Another knock. I grabbed the door handle and twisted it open. “What are you do-” There was nobody there. No matter where I looked, there was nobody down the hall. Even if there had been a prankster, I would either have seen them running off or a door closing nearby.

“Or maybe they slipped past you and are already inside your room.”

I drew in my breath and spun around toward the sound of the voice, but there was no one there. I frowned and turned on all the lights, searching everywhere. Nothing.

“Am I going mad?” I muttered. “Lack of sleep perhaps. Yeah, must be it.” I sighed and returned to bed after shutting off the lights once more, then closed my eyes, but sleep took longer to come to me this time.

* * *

“Isn't he the one whose whole family was killed when he was a child? No, he was sixteen, and I heard he was the one who killed them. No, that couldn't have been it! It was a fatal car accident and by some miracle he was the only survivor. A miracle? Or perhaps an act of devilry.”

I opened my eyes and sucked in a deep breath. Glancing to the side, the clock said it was only a bit after one. My skin was soaked in sweat and there was an awful taste in my throat. What were those voices... Oh, I remember. Just an old nightmare keeping me awake. But why now?

I kicked the covers away, feeling uncomfortably hot. My head was pounding and my eyes aching. I felt nauseated and thought about going to the bathroom, but I didn't want move. Why do I have a migraine now? I've never suffered from them before.

“When you're running away from something internal, sometimes it will become an external pain.”

“What?” I murmured, keeping my eyes shut. “Who are you?”

“I think you know that already,” the voice said, chuckling. “But if you want to keep denying me, I could make things a bit more interesting for you. I could show you what I am instead.”

“I just want to sleep,” I growled. I pressed my face against the pillow, trying to take the pain away, but the pillow was warm and drenched in sweat and only made me feel worse.

“Remember that lovely young woman you met on your way up here earlier? Oh, but you didn't care for her, she was just a bother, I know. I could handle that for you.”

“What are you talking about?” I whispered.

“You know exactly what I'm talking about, Dr. Black.”

There was a muffled scream outside my room. I blinked and took a deep breath. The pain in my head subsided a bit and I felt like I could stand and walk. I knew I shouldn't go out there, but I did it anyway. I opened my door and peered around the hallway, breathing deeply.

It was dim, except for the few lights on the walls. I swallowed and took a step out, remembering how the girl was all the way down the hall. I kept telling myself this was a stupid idea with every step, but I didn't stop. A flash of movement caught my eye and I saw a hand being dragged through a doorway before the door slammed shut.

I stood frozen staring at the door, even as I heard sounds behind it. They started out as quiet murmurs then turned into soft wails before becoming high pitched screams. I shouldn't go in there. I had to go in there. I grit my teeth and ran to the door, slamming my foot against it and breaking it down.

The stench of blood overwhelmed my nostrils and my migraine returned in full force. I gasped and pressed back against the wall, seeing the girl's body lying on the bed. A man stood over her, a knife in his hand. He was covered in blood. To my horror, I realized that he had cut her open from the neck downward, her skin peeled back.

I staggered out of the room before the man could turn to see me. I slammed the door shut and fell to my knees, feeling like I was going to retch. A deathly silence fell over the hallway, chilling me to my bones.

I had to get back to my own room. I stood slowly, shaking, then leaned against the wall and limped across the hall. What I saw in there wasn't real. It couldn't have been. This was just a horrible nightmare. That's all this was.

I gripped the handle to my door and wrenched it open. But inside wasn't my hotel room; it looked like an operating room at a hospital. I gazed in for a moment, taking a deep breath, then stepped inside.

In the center of the room was an operating table, with a young girl strapped to it. She was covered in scars and caked with blood, tear stains streaking her face. Next to her was a small table filled with sharp instruments, all of which were covered in blood and some in rust.

She opened her eyes and looked up at me, then started crying. “N-no, not again, please, not again...”

I slowly backed away, chest heaving. I stumbled out and the door slammed shut. This was not my room. I must have opened the wrong door. That must have been it. I ran across the hall and tried another door. What I saw in there wasn't much better from the other rooms.

Bodies hung from the ceiling as if it were a meat locker. Some were skinned and dripping blood, others were cut open from the neck down. Some were missing limbs, others heads. The overwhelming stench of blood and decay was strong in the room. I pulled out just as I heard footsteps approaching from inside, slamming the door shut before I saw anyone.

“How long are you going to keep running? Come, come, Damen. I told you I would show you who I am. Why are you so surprised at what you see?”

“Shut up,” I hissed as the voice echoed in my head. “Just shut up!” I ran to another door and pushed it open. There on a metal table was a girl with all her limbs hacked off, a bloody saw near her. She was still alive. She was crying. Oh god, she was still alive.

“Just stop running and accept it.”

I escaped that hellish sight, sweat soaking my face and the back of my neck. I wanted to retch so badly, but for some reason I couldn't.

“Have you figured out who I am yet, then, Damen? I'm sure you have.”

“No,” I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut. “It isn't true.”

Then he grabbed me from behind, holding me in a headlock. His arm dug into my throat, cutting off my air. I gasped and tried to pull away, but he was stronger than me. He leaned down and hissed in my ear, “You still won't accept it, will you? You're pathetic. You're weak. You know what you are. You should embrace it.”

I struggled in his grasp, then felt cold metal press against my face, just under my left eye. There was a sharp point there. He held a knife against me, even as I struggled in his grasp. No, no, god, anything but that.

“Damen,” he whispered in my ear, his voice low and hissing, almost like a snake. “I want out.”

Agony ripped through me and it felt as though my skull were splitting open. My vision grew white and I screamed. Something warm splattered over me and the screaming intensified. For a moment, I thought he had actually ripped my eye out, but then I realized I wasn't in pain any longer, and I wasn't the one screaming. It was someone below me.

There was that girl, the one I met in the elevator, horror in her eyes and tears streaming down her face. Her blood stained my hands and felt so warm against my skin. It felt good. I tingled all over with the sensation and licked a small drop of blood off my cheek.

“Wh-why,” she cried. “Wh-why a-are you doing this?”

“Because I can,” I breathed. My grip tightened around a bloody scalpel which had cut her open.

No. Stop. What am I doing, what am I saying? Make this stop, make this stop!

“It will never stop. This is who you are. Embrace it.”

I burst out of the room and ran down the hallway, still covered in blood. There was no one there, yet I could hear breathing, smell the living from within their rooms. I approached one of the doors and pushed it open, hungering to claim another.

A little girl sat on the bed, a terrified look in her eyes. I stalked forward, my breaths heavy, the knife shaking in my hand. She whimpered and shrank back, hiding her face under the covers. “Go away, go away!”

“Shhhh,” I murmured, reaching one bloody hand toward her. “Don't be frightened, my dear. Daddy's here, now. Nothing will hurt you.”

“S-stop, you're scaring me!”

“Eryn,” I growled, “come to your daddy, right now!”

“N-no!”

“Eryn!” I grabbed her and pulled her close. She cried out and I pressed the knife against her throat. “Don't make a sound now, darling. We wouldn't want to disturb anyone else.”

“D-d-daddy...”

No. God, no, don't make me do this. She's my daughter, she's my little girl, my only child. Don't make me do this.

“You've already done it once before, in a past life. Or perhaps it was a dream, but that doesn't mean you didn't do it.”

No. I'm not the psychopath you claim I am. I am not like you.

“Are you sure?”

“Damen, listen to me. You're not a monster.”

I looked down and saw that I was in bed with Caroline, holding her in my arms. Her skin felt so soft, so warm. She looked so healthy and alive. I swallowed hard and ran a shaking hand through her hair. “Am I not? But how can you be so sure? You don't know the real me. Nobody does.”

“I know you better than anyone else.” She pressed her hands against my cheeks and gazed into my eyes. “You're my husband, and I love you. And I know you love me, too.” She smiled that sweet smile that always melted my heart. “That's enough for me.” She leaned in and pressed her lips to mine. So warm.

“She claimed you were a good person, that you weren't a monster. How interesting. She was so vulnerable at that moment. You took notice of this. You could have done anything you wanted to her in that moment.”

My hand curled around her neck and I pressed my lips to her forehead, murmuring, “I love you so much, Caroline.” And then I squeezed. She was silent and still, and even as she fell limp in my arms, her body was still warm.

No. No, no, no. This isn't real. I didn't kill her. I would never... she died of sickness and I couldn't save her; this isn't what happened!

“But it so easily could have ended this way. You thought of it in that moment. You could have done it.”

“I never would!” I turned around to face the man who had been haunting me. It was me, though he had a black patch over his eye. He grinned at me, which only made my rage build higher.

“I thought I told you, Damen,” he said. “These are things that you have done in the past – in dreams, perhaps. I am what you had the potential to become. I am still within you, deep down. You can't keep pushing me away. You can make room for these things in the hour of dusk.”

The alarm buzzed and my eyes snapped open. I was soaked in sweat with the covers tossed halfway off the bed. Six in the morning. The night was over. I made it.

I showered, dressed, and checked out of the hotel, taking a cab to the airport and boarding my flight. I slept the entire way back. The plane landed, I got off and retrieved my bag. My sister-in-law was waiting for me, holding Eryn in her arms.

“Welcome home!” she said with a smile. “She could hardly sleep last night she was so excited to see you.”

“Daddy!” Eryn reached out for me and wrapped her arms around my neck as I took her in my arms. “I missed you.”

I smiled and hugged her close, planting a kiss on her forehead. “I've missed you, too, my darling. Let's go home.”

As I carried her out to the car with me, I became aware of how fragile her small body was, how easily I could break it. I shuddered at the thought and glanced over my shoulder. I swore I saw him grinning at me.

It's not true. I'd be damned if it was.
A Terrible Tantibus
This story is for the All Hallow's Tales Contest 2014 - CAMERA OBSCURA.  The photo I received as a prompt was this
We'll swing through the reeds.

This is the story that resulted.  It's rather gruesome, to say the least, so I hope you enjoy it.
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“Goodnight, I love you.”

“I love you, too...” The door shuts and I'm cast in pitch darkness, cradled under my covers as I lie awake. Don't panic. Don't let your mind wander. There is nothing here that can hurt me. Nothing at all. Anything I see is just my imagination. It's not real.

I close my eyes, only to have images of horrible creatures and terrible faces flash through my mind. I whimper and curl up tighter, hugging my oversized stuffed wolf close to me, pressing my face against its soft fur. But the images are still there. There's nothing physical that can block them out, not when they're in my head.

I lie awake for some time, dreading closing my eyes, for every time I do, the images return, worse and worse each time, it seems. But I dread having my eyes open just as much. Any flicker of movement, any shadowy figure could transform into one of the things I keep seeing with my eyes closed. What do I do? What can I do to make this stop?

“Run away with me,” a voice whispers in my head. I stiffen a bit and cautiously glance around the room. I see no one and nothing that could have said those words. My imagination again, it must have been.

“You fear these things in your head,” the voice continues. “The only solution is to run away from them.”

I pause for a moment, then whisper quietly into my room, “How can I run away from something that's in my head?”

“It's simple, really. Take my hand, and I can show you.”

“Where are you?” I whisper, glancing around. “Who are you?”

“Close your eyes,” it says. “Hold out your hand. When you open them again, you will be with me, and I can take you away from your troubles.”

Can I trust this voice? It's merely my imagination, is it not? How can my imagination hurt me, after all, aside from the disturbing images in my head? Clutching the stuffed animal close to me, I close my eyes and reach my hand out, as if expecting someone to take it, yet at the same time not really expecting anything at all.

Cold fingers curl around my hand in a tight grip. I gasp and open my eyes and find myself standing up, staring at a man standing above me. He smiles, his single gray eye narrowed at me, the left one covered by a black patch. We're together in darkness.

“Hello, Rachel. I'm glad you chose me.”

I blink up at him, heart pounding. “Who... who are you?”

“My name is Dusk Nyx. I shall be your... caretaker while you are here.”

“Caretaker?” I blink at him once more. “What does that mean? And... and where are we?”

“The Dream World,” he says with a grin. “The Dreamscape, the House of Nyx, the nightmare side, the basement.”

I try to step away from him, a chill going down my spine. None of what he's saying makes sense to me, but it doesn't sound good at all. He keeps a firm grip on my hand and pulls me back close to him.

“Now, now, little lamb, it wouldn't be safe for you to run from your caretaker, not in this place. Something could come and eat you right up.” He chuckles softly, his words sending chills down my spine. Now more than ever I want to run from him.

“Why did you bring me here?” I ask in a soft voice, trembling as I gaze down at his hand gripping my wrist; it's covered in a black fingerless glove, the fingers pale with grime wedged deep under the short nails. He brings his other hand up to touch my chin, lifting my head up to look me in the eye.

“Because you couldn't sleep,” he says, his tone losing its mocking edge. “Dreamers who lose sleep over such that you did, well... I cannot tolerate it. It's a waste of a good nightmare.”

The hairs on the back of my neck bristle and I try to yank away from him again. He lets go of my hand only to grip both of my shoulders. He kneels down in front of me so we're eye level. I swallow hard and ask, “What are you going to do to me?”

“What do you want me to do to you?” he murmurs. I blink at him, not sure how to respond. He smiles, lifting one hand off my shoulder to tap me on the nose. “Don't think I haven't been watching you, child. You say you fear nightmares, it's true. But you have had plenty that you secretly enjoy. You get a thrill out of them. You lie awake in your bed imagining such things, hoping that when you sleep, you shall dream them. Tell me, am I wrong?”

I turn my face away and whisper, “No, you're not.”

He smiles kindly at me, resting his hand against my cheek. “No reason to be ashamed of it, my dear. Everyone has a few dark fantasies they think up, whether or not they want to admit it. So, here's what I'm going to do for you. I'm going to be your own personal nightmare when you can't force yourself to fall asleep due to those images, hm? But I'll only make the nightmares you want to happen. Does that sound like a fair deal?”

I stare at him, rather confused. “But... why would you do that?”

“Because you're losing sleep over something in your head.” He taps my forehead lightly with one finger. “We can't have any of that, can we? And I figure the only way to let you sleep normally is to get rid of those things, and to do that, I'll put something else in your head that you're okay with.” His smile becomes somewhat mischievous. “And I get your nightmare energy, so it's mutually beneficial for the both of us.”

“You would really do that for me?” I ask, my voice sounding a tad too hopeful.

“But of course, my little lamb. After all, I am your nightmare. I always have been.” He lifts my arm and pulls my sleeve down, running his thumb over my forearm. I note letters carved into the flesh. D U S K I shudder and look up at him, my eyes wide. He leans in close and whispers, “And I always will be. You, my young dreamer. Mine and mine alone.”

I wake with the rising of the sun. I feel tired and groggy and do not wish to crawl out from under my heavy pile of blankets. I shift to the side and look down at my arm, which is aching, but there's nothing there. Nothing at all.

I close my eyes again and whisper, “Promise me that you'll be a nice nightmare.”
Somnolence
A short story somewhat based on the prompt "She ran away in her sleep".  It's based on both my own experiences and with characters in the novel I think I'll be doing for this year's NaNoWriMo.  So you could see this as a sort of sneak peak.  It's best read while listening to this music, which is what I wrote it to.  www.youtube.com/watch?v=hGzvky…
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Breathe.

My chest rises and falls in a constant rhythm. I dare not open my eyes, dare not look at the room around me. The muffled sounds are enough to disquiet my mind, I don't need the images to go along with it.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

I lie as still as I can, my arms stretched straight on either side of me. I've lost all feeling in my body, and now it's as if I'm just floating in nothingness. If I were to concentrate hard enough, I could feel the surface below me.

Exist.

Soft, comfortable. A bed beneath me with a pillow under my head. Blankets cradle me, holding me as if to say that nothing will hurt me. The sounds around me do not reassure me of that fact.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

I slowly lift my eyelids to see the hazy red dark around me. The muffled sound of a beating heart echos through this room. The walls move in and out with the movement. Please, make it stop, make the noise stop.

I want silence.

I glance around the room slowly and notice an opening, as if the red of this room is but a curtain to be pulled back. I slide out of the bed and walk toward the opening, peering out of it and into a dark hallway. The hall is narrow, but I run through it all the same; anything to get away from that room.

Tight.

On either side of me are large ovular shapes which contract and relax, pressing around me more and more. My range of movement seems to become smaller and smaller. Oh, help me, please. I can't breathe.

Help me...

I squeeze past the things and slam into hard horizontal bars. They seem to curl around me as I reach my fingers through them. I want out, I want out. But there's nothing on the other side of these bars. Nothing but blackness. Emptiness.

Please, I want out.

The cage is getting smaller, curling more tightly around me. No, no, no, what is this? Why is this happening to me? The sound of the heartbeat is growing louder in my ears. Stop, stop this, please. The pulsating lungs press against my back, making me squeeze between them. Oh please, help me, I can't breathe.

Let me out.

I'm pressed back into the heart room, fall back into the bed, become ensnared in the blankets which won't let me go. The cage continues to shrink until it's only around the bed now. There's no escape, and the heart continues to beat.

Thump. Thump. Thump.
Caged Heart
Just a little something I came up with after a conversation with some friends, when one said that ribcages are cool because they are literally a cage for your heart.  And this happened.
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“I'm so tired, I just want to go to sleep.” Zultio trudged up the stairs to the top of the tower, moaning low under his breath.

“Well aren't you in luck then?” Reikulda growled in his mind. “Because it just so happens that the transformation is about to begin.”

Zultio began to whine. “I don't want to transform! It's going to hurt and I don't want it to hurt, I just want to curl up and go to sleep right now!” He stuck out his lower lip and continued to whimper, a dull ache starting in his chest and beginning to get worse.

“Quit being such a baby. I'll put your mind to sleep before transforming so you won't feel it, how does that sound?”

“Okay, I guess,” Zultio murmured as he climbed into the large nest. He curled up tightly within it, holding his chest tightly and closing his eyes. “Please put me to sleep quickly, it's getting worse.”

“You really are a baby.”

Zultio's mind grew foggy and the pain in his chest faded as he did. He was surrounded by a warm, comforting darkness, which he liked to think of as Reikulda curled around him with his wings resting over Zultio like a blanket. Good, he wouldn't have to suffer this night. He just hoped it wouldn't hurt too badly in the morning when they changed back.

When he next opened his eyes, he wasn't curled up under Reikulda's wing, as he so often imagined. In fact, he wasn't even in the nest at the top of the tower. He was lying in a meadow of flowers with a dark sky filled with bright stars. Zultio sat up slowly and looked around, blinking rapidly.

“Hello? Where am I? Is anyone else around? Ooh! Mint leaves!” He grabbed a handful of the leaves and stuck them in his mouth, sucking happily on them and flopping back down onto his back. “Well, whatever this place is, it's nice.”

“It's the Dreamscape!” a high voice squeaked above him. Zultio opened his eyes and saw a tiny dragon flittering above him. A dragon, he soon realized, that had eight legs and eight shining black eyes. He let out a little screech and attempted to crawl away, but only succeeding in twisting himself up more thoroughly on the ground and guaranteeing his not going anywhere.

The little dragon landed on a large toadstool nearby and gazed up at him. “Please, don't be frightened,” it said, its voice distinctly female. “I'm not going to harm you!”

“Oh, uh, r-right.” Zultio managed to untwist himself and sat up slowly, gazing at the creature. “Who... what are you?”

“My name is Dendra, sir. I'm a spider dragon!” She preened up at him, folding her black and violet wings about herself.

“Oh, a spider dragon?” Zultio lost all traces of his fear and leaned in to gaze at Dendra, now quite intrigued with her. “And you said this place is called the... Dreamscape?”

“That's right, sir!” She leaned in close to him and whispered, “You're dreaming right now.”

“Ooooh, I see!” Zultio grinned wide, but then his smile faded away. “But that means I'll have to wake up then, doesn't it?”

Dendra tilted her head to the side. “Well, yes, I suppose so, but not right away! You still have plenty of time to explore, if that's what you'd like to do.”

“Yes! Exploring!” Zultio jumped up to his feet and pointed his finger dramatically into the air. “We shall go exploring! Off I go!” He stomped away through the meadow, still pointing his finger ahead of him, as if expecting it to lead him in the right direction. Dendra flew over and landed on his shoulder, gazing up at him with her shining black eyes.

“You may want a guide, so I'll come with you.”

“Brilliant!”

Zultio spent much time just running around, occasionally going in circles until Dendra pointed it out to him. Then she started directing him where to go, and he ended up in the most magnificent of places. He walked upon a mirror shore that reflected the stars in the sky; he danced through a canyon made up of crystals and gems; he climbed up to a snowy mountain peak and felt he could actually touch the sky.

He flopped back down into he meadow after a long night of exploring, letting out a satisfied sigh and a yawn. “I like this place,” he said sleepily, curling up on his side. Dendra jumped off his shoulder and landed beside him.

“You can come back, if you'd like.”

He blinked at her. “Can I bring some friends, too?”

Dendra blinked at him. “Yes, I suppose so.”

“Right, then!” He sat up with a determined look on his face. “Then I shall bring them with me tomorrow night! And we can have a party!” The grin on his face faded as he drifted back down to the ground, his eyes closing. He fell back asleep and when he next opened his eyes he was laying in the nest in the top of the tower.

“It's about time you woke up,” Reikulda rumbled in his mind. “Didn't even wake to change back. You must have been having some dream.”

“Well, yes, I suppose I was,” Zultio said, running his hand through his hair and remembering his adventures with Dendra fondly.

All that day, Zultio was distracted while thinking of his dream and how he was going to go back when he went to sleep again. At one point throughout the day, Lyra glared at him and asked, “What is this?”

“It's a birthday cake!” he responded.

“Is someone having a birthday?”

“Er, uh, yes, I am!”

“No you're not,” Reikulda growled in his head. Zultio ignored the voice, as now Lyra was glaring at him harder.

“Oh you are, are you?” she asked. “How come this was the first time I'd heard about it? I expected you to be the type that wouldn't shut up about it when their birthday came around.”

“Yes, well, you see... have some cake!” He shoved a plate with a large piece of cake in front of Lyra and began gobbling down a slice for himself. No, it wasn't his birthday, but it seemed a convenient excuse for having a party while they dreamt together, didn't it?

At the first sign of the sun going down, he said goodnight to Lyra and ran into his private room, slamming the door loudly behind him and locking it, then he ran up the stairs to Reikulda's nest and hopped into it and curled up.

“Okay, put me to sleep now!”

“Why the rush?” Reikulda asked him. “I've never seen you so eager to sleep before. Also, you don't seem exhausted enough to even be able to get to sleep.”

“Oh, come on, you can put me to sleep through magic, can't you? Please?”

Reikulda sighed then muttered, “Fine. You know, you've been acting oddly ever since you woke, and I mean more odd than usual.”

Zultio let out a little nervous laugh then curled up tighter and closed his eyes. He felt that familiar warm darkness press around him as he drifted to sleep. Then he opened his eyes and found himself back in the meadow of the Dreamscape, with Dendra sitting on his chest and gazed down at him with her many black eyes. Zultio squeaked a little, then grinned.

“Hi! I'm so glad to be back! Oh, oh, so, how do I bring my friends here, anyway?”

“Well, they have to be asleep, first,” Dendra said, jumping off his chest and settling onto his knee as he sat up. “But I can bring them here for you. Just tell me who they are and I'll get them!”

“Hooray!” Zultio bounced and Dendra nearly fell off of him. “Okay, my friends are Reikulda the Dravizara and Lyra Indaril. They both live in the same tower I do, if that helps anything.”

“Right, I'll go get them!” Dendra chittered, then she jumped up and flew away from him. Zultio leaned back, resting his hands under his head and letting out a relaxed sigh.

“What are you doing lying around like that for?” Lyra's voice came from above him. He looked up and saw her glaring down at him, her arms crossed over her chest. He glanced to the side of her and saw Reikulda standing there too, his red eyes blinking down at the wizard.

Zultio leapt to his feet and wrapped his arms tightly around Lyra. “You came, you're here! Oh, happy day, you're both here!”

Lyra gasped and pulled away from him, her face turning red. Zultio didn't take note of this and instead ran over to Reikulda an threw his arms around the demon's neck. “I can touch you, I can hug you, this is so great! Happy birthday to me!”

“It's not your birthday,” Reikulda growled as he gazed at the wizard. “Honestly, if you just wanted to have a party, you should have said so. You don't need a special occasion to do it.”

“I... don't?” Zultio blinked lightly and glanced toward Lyra. She shook her head with a sigh.

“No, you idiot. Just being together is enough, isn't it?”

A smile came to Zultio's face and he nodded. “Yes, I suppose it is.”

Dendra hovered a few feet away and grinned in satisfaction. “I do hope this dream comes true for him some day.”
A Wizard's Dream
This is a story I wrote for my mom's birthday, actually.  I asked her who my favorite characters of mine were and she said Zultio and Dendra, so I wrote a story that put them together.  Here 'tis, please enjoy.
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