Blog Post #19: What to do now...

This is a story I started some time ago that I thought I would revise so I could take it to a writer's conference.

Haley sat outside the school waiting for him. Aden had been in there for hours, and it was starting to get dark. She shouldn't bee here. She got up and started to walk home. When she turned the corner she saw him there in front of her. Impossible! Haley opened her mouth to yell at him, but stopped. Something in her wanted to follow him. So she stayed a couple of steps behind him the whole way through town and into a part of town that made her uncomfortable. Dark alleys lined these streets and the old buildings were covered with graffiti. When she thought she saw someone lurking in the alley she had just passed she turned to yell for Aden, but he was gone. She saw the edge of his foot disappear down an alley. Haley ran for the alley and was met with a high wall of a dead end. She turned around looking for another way out. Oh no! Was she seeing things again? Did Aden even come down here? Or was he an apperation. No, he was the whole reason she had started seeing things and she was going to find him and some answers. Haley crept forward and started feeling the wall, maybe there was a secret passage? "Why did you follow me Haley?" A low voice said from the mouth of the alley. Haley gasped and turned around to face Aden. "I need to talk to you." Haley said as she walked towards him. "About what happened the other day." "I told you not to ask!" he growled. Haley stopped advancing, she had never seen him this nervous. He kept looking behind his back and checking his watch and glaring at her. "How could I not ask Aden? I've been losing my mind! I saw you glow for Pete's sake!" Haley could feel herself losing it, and she took a few calming breaths. "I just need you to tell me I'm not crazy please!" She said softer. Aden looked at her for a moment, his face softening, "Did you say you saw me glow?" he asked. Haley nodded her head. "Are you sure that what you saw? I mean, we were watching a slide show, maybe you just saw it reflect off of something and it made it look like I was glowing." His voice was softer now, and Haley could see now how she had been mistaken. Of course he hadn't been glowing! She had just let her apprehensions about him cloud her better judgement. In fact, she now felt stupid and stalkerish. At least he wasn't making fun of her like most boys would. "Oh gosh Aden! I'm so sorry I must have sounded like a complete crazy person. I have no idea what got into me!" Haley said apologetically. "Yeah, yeah no problem." Aden said distractedly. He was looking over his shoulder more often now and checking his watch more frequently. "You really should go home." he said grabbing her arm "Like, right now!" Haley drew back. No matter how cute, she did not like boys manhandling her! And the sooner Aden learned that lesson the better. "I will, but I don't need you to drag me there." Haley said as she tried to pull her arm away from him, but it was impossible. If anything his grip seemed to be getting stronger by the second. "Aw, crap!" Aden said. "What?" Haley asked. Aden turned to her with a pleading look in his eyes. "I'm sorry, but please don't freak out." He pleaded as the moon rose over the horizon.

Blog Post #18: The End! (Finallly! :)

Continuation of Blog Post #17

Boy knew he was in a dream. He knew it because she was there, and she was dead. "How are you here?" he murmured into her hair. She pulled back with a sigh and looked sadly into his eyes.  "I'm not." she said   with unshed tears in her eyes. "What do you mean?!" he cried feeling like his heart was being ripped to pieces. "I shouldn't be here," she said to herself and began to turn away. "It's just hurting you." She walked a few steps before he got ahold of himself and he yelled after her "Alaina! Where the heck do you think your going?" he grabbed her arm and pulled her into him. "Stop!" She yelled, "I'm not really here, I can't do this to you!" Boy was suddenly furious. He had watched her die, and he could do nothing about it and now his subconscious had conjured up a apparition to torment him. "Fine, your not here! I'm going to leave then before I become truly crazy." He stalked away fuming when he heard her lovely voice say softly behind him. "I'm not an apparition sent by your subconscious to torment you." He turned around quickly, "How did you know what I was thinking? I had my protection up. And if your not a figment of my imagination, what are you?" Alaina sat on the ground and looked sadly up at him. "It's kinda a long story." Boy sat down next to her. "You've got till I wake up!" he said with a weak smile. Alaina sighed and began her story.

"Well, when I went a level deeper to find the names I went to a place that is beyond the Mind Field, a place where you are now." At this Boy started and looked around him to look at his surroundings, but even as he looked at them he forgot them. "Don't look to hard!" Alaina grabbed his face and turned it towards her. "If you look to hard and begin to see, you will become overwhelmed and it will break your mind. Focus on me, I am real to you so I am a focal point that you can focus on." When she knew that she had his attention again she resumed her tale. "Anyways, this is the place I came. A place, as I have learned, we all come to dream each night. This is the very beginning of thought, it's birthplace. If you stay here too long you will become a part of it." Boy interrupted her and said, "Is that what happened to you?" "Yes, in a way. You see, usually when people loose themselves to the "Dream Field", as I call it, they are no longer themselves, they are just a thought that is eventually lost in its vast expanse. But I wasn't lost. I am still me." "How is that?" Boy said incredulously. "Well, I think it may have to do with the fact that I didn't loose myself. My mortal body just died while I was in the Dream Field and I stayed here fully aware of who and what I am. Actually whey I died then it became easier to exist it in the Dream Field because I am now truly a part of it." Boy turned away from her in anguish, "So you really are dead." Alaina sighed and touched is shoulder "Yes Boy, or Khitam, I am dead, but not gone. I will always be with you, But there is some thing that I need you to do for me." Khitam turned towards her, "Anything." he said. "There are others like me, my grandmother, and my uncle. I need you to find them and teach them so they understand who and what they are and have a future. I need you to bring them to me, to this spot where you buried me, so that I can teach them."  "But how will I find them?" he asked, "Do not worry, I will send you to them." Boy began to feel the edges of the dream fall apart and he knew that he was going to wake up. But he couldn't! He had to stay with Alaina! "Be brave, love. I will be here." she whispered

Boy woke up under the same tree next to her grave. But he felt calm. She was with him, and always would be. He stood up with renewed confidence. He would go and make sure that this would never happen to anyone else again. He had his purpose, and so did she.

Blog Post #17: Aftermath

Continuation of Blog Post #16


Queen Ayla had her work cut out for her. Her kingdom had been nonexistent for at least sixteen years and people were still recovering from the effects from the Burglar King. Some people, like herself, had little or no lingering effect from the whole ordeal. But others were bedridden with horrible headaches or loss of control of their bodies. The King, being one of those with a crippling headache, told her to take care of the kingdom until he was well. But she wasn't worried so much about the kingdom. Sure people needed food, and houses needed repair after years of no use, and every thing, really every thing was in great need of a good cleaning. No, the thing that worried her most was her son. The day that they had been freed he had stayed and helped everyone get back on their feet and then he had took the body of the girl and disappeared. Before he had left he had told the story of how she and the King had sent an envelope with connection sand to a place rumored to be Cecily the Great's home before they had been taken. He told of how that sand had been found by Alaina, the dead girl, and she had come to their aid when she was ready, without even knowing what she would face. He said she was brave, and a true hero, and the only reason we were all still alive today. Queen Ayla was sure his story was true, but she could tell he had left many details missing. She remembered how he had sobbed over her still form when she had first encountered him, the broken look on his face. When he disappeared, Ayla had a manservant sent after him. But he returned not knowing why he had left. She then knew that he wanted to be alone, she only could hope that he was safe and would soon come home.

Khitam sat underneath a great oak tree next to a freshly dug grave. So many thing had happened in the last couple of weeks that the whole while he had been Khitam, prince of the realm of the Forest. As he sat by the fresh dirt though, he was Boy, best friend and lover of Alaina. She was dead. She left him. It tore him apart every day to know that he did this. Why couldn't he have taken care of the Burglar King himself? Why did he ever have to get her involved? This was all his fault and now she was gone, forever. The most amazing intelligent girl he had ever known. The worst part was, was that he would have to go on with his life, and soon. He was a prince and he had duties. Never he thought I'll never go back, I've caused too much damage to my own heart. I will sit here next to her until I die. He leaned his head back against the tree and fell asleep.