The Prince of Air Castle
Originally published September 06, 2005
“It starts out as a dream. I’m in an endless field of sugar cane with my little sister, Abby. She’s running around laughing when we hear thunder. We turn around to leave, and that’s when I see the smoke. Abby doesn’t seem to notice it, though, and runs toward it. I’m yelling at her to come back, but it’s like someone cast a silent spell and there’s no sound. She turns back occasionally, egging me on; I guess, ignoring the fact that I’m frowning and waving my arms up and down frantically. Sometimes I run after her, wishing- praying- it would rain. I see her stop as the fire engulfs her. Then I actually feel defeated, and I lose my will to live and sit down in the field waiting for the fire. That’s the scary part- I actually want to die.”
Silence before: “I don’t know. Perhaps you’re having premonitions. Maybe just strong emotions about your sister.”
Peter had always had frightening dreams. He had kept them inside until he collapsed. Now, barely able to walk with a crutch from sickness and mentally instable, he had gone to the town witch for help. She was a small person with a fair complexion and midnight black hair.
“You say you’ve had other dreams?” she asked.
He handed her a black leather bound book. The cover was filled with the story of Joseph and had twelve stars, a moon, and a sun at the top, with bundles of grain at the bottom. The middle between these two scenes had a crow, cornfields, cows, grapes and baskets full of an assortment of food. She smiled at his choice of books and opened it up to the first page. Disturbing images of various feelings and death filled each page.
“How long have you been having these dreams?” the witched looked up at him from the disturbing pages, her face white and her lips drawn thin.
“Since I was five. Those dreams mostly consisted of getting hurt on the playground, but they got worse as I got older.”
“I see.”
There was silence as she stared at the page in front of her.
“Would you mind coming back tomorrow?” she asked as Peter shook his head. “Good, because I need some time to look at this.”
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