On the Run (Dream Blog)

There is a pale queen, and she is feasting on the heart of a horse. There is an army about her, and she means to use it to invade my homeland. My homeland is a land of modern times, urban houses and small parks. Her land is the land of fantasy and medieval, of wild men and magic. I am spying on her, but I am caught. She has a daughter, a queer girl who has a strange power. She leads me away from a spot just before a rock crashes into it. The power of slight presciency, or ability to see the future.

She is silent and does not speak, but her facial and body language say that she likes me. Her favor wins my survival, and she begifts me with small kisses. War comes. She is taken with an army of men to invade the modern world, and I go with her. We attack a fortress-prison to make a beachhead. I do not fight, but in the middle of combat. She turns, seeing what will happen just a moment before it does. I am cast off a wall and fall to my death below.

The queer girl screams, and casts powerful blood magic. She sacrifices her entire army. I awaken in a powerful rush of water, in the flooded debris of what was once a fortress. Blood, everywhere. I find the girl, who is near death, and I revive her with a kiss- giving up my life for hers. She refuses to allow it, and so we are both just alive, and weakened. She is the weaker, however, and a living soldier of my homeworld comes upon us. He recognizes her for what she is.

I am forced to kill him.

I am now a traitor to my own people, on the run in my homeland, carrying the girl and hiding within a suburban area. I gather supplies while I can, but a news bulletin gives my face, and I am forced to flee from police and military men, investigators with high-powered technology. The girl finds me, turns us invisible, and we hide, cuddled in a corner, as they pass. We hide in unlived houses, parks, and escape into the city. She protects me, and I protect her. We share blood now.

I find shelter in an old friend's home, who is torn between his friendship with me and the fact I am harboring a powerful enemy. I need to get her back to her homeland, and avoid the searching. The girl does not trust him. She wants me to kill him. War is coming, in the shape of horses and fires. The queen searches, too, for her daughter, and the man who took her.

I must do my best to keep them both alive as I search for a way to return her home. Being found by either army would mean the death of one of them- and me.