Dream I
It was cold. The breeze blowing in from across the room tickled my skin, but I couldn't even open my eyes let alone get out of bed. Instead, I rolled onto my side, I could feel my curls roll down my shoulders.
The bed although familiar, felt different some how, more comfortable. It enveloped me and in its warm embrace, I was drawn to slumber once more.

Suddenly, my bedroom door burst open and I was jolted out of its hold. Although, I was disturbed, I still had a chance. I had refused to open my eyes, for fear I would be rejected if I betrayed his trust once more.

"You monster," I whispered, "Why are you doing this to me?"

In my mind, I could see him smirking, his mouth widening like a Jackal.

"I won't leave, until you're wide awake."

I could feel the strings snapping in my mind. Every morning, he had to pull the same shenanigans. All I needed was a few more minutes, and I could say goodbye. But no, He just HAD TO interfere.

"You don't have anything better do," I complained.

"This is way to much fun," he goaded.

"Why?!" I yelled, sitting up almost immediately, now wide awake.

"Curses." I thought to myself, this is exactly what he had wanted.

He stood there with an even bigger grin than I imagined, his fangs clearly visible. He was already dressed in his uniform, the magical garment glowing with a dull blue.

"You promised, you wouldn't skip out on the lesson today, remember?" he said in the most annoying tone of voice.

"Yeah, I remember," I responded hoping out of bed. The palace tile was beautiful but cold, Embarrassingly, I let out a little squeal at the shock of the cold on my bare feet.

"Maybe, you shouldn't have left the window open." he added.

As he said that a vision filled my mind. Sitting in the windowsill, was that Man. His eyes shining like the moon behind him, and his silver locks glistening in the moonlight. He smiled warmly and said something, but I couldn't hear what is was.

"You cold? Are you alright?" interrupted my intruder,the signs of worry encroaching on his face.

He leaned down and placed his forehead against mine. Almost immediately, his eyes lit up with anger.

"He's been here, hasn't he," he growled.

"What are you talking about, I lied.

"This isn't a game Morganna," he said brushing his hands through his short black hair, "I can smell him on you."

Suddenly, I remembered his scent, the soft smell of iron and smoke. Instinctively, I turned away as I felt the warmth flush my cheeks.

"Its not your concern," I said, refusing to grant him the satisfaction of seeing me embarrassed.

"Like hell it is," he exclaimed, grabbing me by the shoulders and turning me around. He stared directly into my eyes and I could see the fear. "You can't trust him! Why don't you get it?!"

"You're overreacting, he's not like that," I assured.

"How do you know what he's really like? This is way too reckless."

"I'm not a child you know," I complained.

"You sure do sleep like one," he joked despite the scowl on his face, "What did he do to you?"

"You're worry about nothing. He just came over to talk," I reassured him, smiling so that he'd let up and leave.

Instead, he brushed past me and plopped down on my bed. He seemed relieved but I doubted that my words alone convinced him.

He sighed out of relief.

"I trust you're judgement Morganna, but he's a human. There's no way I'll..." he stopped mid-sentence.

I could see the disbelief in his eyes and I immediately knew what he was thinking. Insight usually doesn't work on demons, but I could feel his heart in pain.

"Dexter, I.."

Before I could stop him, he held up one of my sheets to his nose. I flinched expecting him to yell. Instead, he simply stood up walked up to me and smiled. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. Despite his smile, his burning red eyes shook me to the core. This wasn't the Dexter that I grew up with. I could feel his blood boiling.

"I'm going to kill him." he said as he left, his words sounded hollow. I opened my mouth but no words came out. I knew nothing I could say would stop him.

The vibrant colors of the palace washed out and darkened as reality faded and became a fleeting memory. Slowly, I opened my eyes and through the heavy fog of sleepiness, the sharp glow of the television cut through.

Morganna...

The name floated on my subconscious for mere seconds as it was pushed further out of my reach by the waves of my mind.

"I really shouldn't fall asleep to Telenovelas," i thought to myself.

The handsome man on screen called out to his lover Mariana, but she was limp, dead in his arms. Yawning, I turned of the television and shuffled toward my bedroom. Mariana Pineda was a great show, but frankly I think the play is better, plus I have it on blu-ray. It wasn't even avaliable on blu-ray but somehow Percy got me the blu-ray for my birthday.

It was time for bed, I had a tournament to win tommorow.
-End of Dream I-

For a second I though Morganna was a guy ._.

Is this gonna be some kind of romance short story? Or what?

Either way, I like how you started it. And the fangs. Def the fangs

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"I won't leave, until your wide awake."

You're* = you are
your = your house, your clothes, etc.

I liked the story, but I got confused when the "beast" entered her bedroom. And who is that Man? Is this something from your wRHG (I havn't read it)

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You're* = you are
your = your house, your clothes, etc.

I liked the story, but I got confused when the "beast" entered her bedroom. And who is that Man? Is this something from your wRHG (I havn't read it)

Thank's for catching that, I always get a little lax with dialogue.

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For a second I though Morganna was a guy ._.

Is this gonna be some kind of romance short story? Or what?

Either way, I like how you started it. And the fangs. Def the fangs

All will be revealed in due time. I'm also practicing writing in first person perspective. I've done short stories with ambiguous or unknown characters before but not in first person which forces me to be more descriptive because I'm limited to a single viewpoint

*Dream 2 will be out after Mccaw battle.

Dream II
I was afraid. My brother was a rash and emotional person who always followed his heart, but right now his heart was filled with anger and hate.are supreme
Quickly, I rushed out into the hallway. In my haste, I had neglected to put on appropriate garments, speeding down the hall barefoot and in my light blue shawl.

He was going to kill him this time, of that I was certain, and my desperation clouded my thoughts and my judgement. Although I should have known where he was headed, I headed toward his bedroom instead.

In hindsight, I could have remained calm and collected like I usually did, and make a rational judgement based on my brother's habits. However, all I could think about was the cold searing malice in his voice. The carefully crafted smile that hung on his face that, to an untrained eye, would completely blanket his inner turmoil, hatred, and despair. But his eyes, no matter how hard he tried, nothing could mask light of the inferno that blazed within.

I slammed on the door, because I didn't know what else to do.

To my surprise, the room as far from empty. As the door opened, I was greeted to a smiling face with two blue gems locking on to my own eyes.

"Good Morning, Princess!" she said, her ponytail bouncing up like a rabbit tail as she curtsied.

In shock I starred at her, the maid had caught me off guard, wresting me from my turmoil.

In my embarrassment, I took a deep breath and smiled in return.

"Princess, is something the matter?"

The her face darkened from bright child like joy to that of the concern of a mother. Despite the worry, her beauty did not falter or dim at all. No wonder my brother fancied her above many of the other, more appropriate prospects.

"Nothing is wrong, Cecelia. What are you doing here?"

"Tidying up the Prince's room," she replied, dusting one the drawers.

With her back turned to me, she continued to work.

"You know, there is no need for you to lie to me Milady."

Again Cecelia's bluntness shattered my facade. For a woman of her status, she had a confidence that was unusual for our kind. Even the proudest of humans looked like humble Monks when compared to Cecelia.
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"Fine then, tell me where my brother is."

Her face lit up red, but Cecelia gave no other semblance of showing interest. She paused for a second, but quickly answered with another question.

"Did you check the courtyard Milady?"

Dumbfounded, I simply shook my head and waited for her response.

As though she could read my mind, she dropped her duster and grabbed my hand.

"I need to talk to him too," she said as she pulled me down the hall and outside into the courtyard.

Through the blinding sunlight I could make out Dexter, his blue tunic catching the light. Although, I could not hear him or see his face, I could feel his intensity from here.

Cecelia called out to him, completely oblivious to the tumultous situation brewing the air. Dexter was completly absorbed in his conversation with that Man.

Fearing the worst, I approached the two of them, but the heavy atmosphere stopped me in my tracks.

"How dare you..." said Dexter, his voice shaking with fury, "How dare you Adalberht!"

Dexter grabbed him by the collar and lifted him off the ground.

"To seduce and sully my sister, the princess of this nation, even after some many have bled fr this farce of a truce! I should slay you right now!"

One of the councilors looked at me and asked what my brother was reffering to, but I could only lie and claim that my brother had misunderstood. Adalberht was unphased however, continuing to stare directly into my brother's eyes.

"Even now, you're quick to defend this bastard! I should have killed him the first time I saw him."

"Dexter!" called out Cecelia again, but he could not hear her.

"Prince, please calm down Lord Adalberht is an ambassador!" begged one of the councilors.

"This man is nothing more than an apostate, a traitor to our Alliance!"

"On what grounds do you make these allegations, Prince Dexter," responded Adalberht, his voice cold and clear.

I could swear I saw him glance at me and smile, but I could not decipher what that meant.

"Perhaps it is because your sister fancies me over you." he continued.

Dexter pulled back his hand to strike him, but Cecelia grabbed his arm and held him back.

"My Lord....I can't let you do this," she said, tears in her eyes.

I could feel my eyes water too, but I was completely paralyzed.

"Unhand me Cecelia." said Dexter, his voice stern but laced with undertones of malice.

"No Dexter, this can't wait she said, pulling herself close to his ear.

She whispered something, and almost immediately he dropped Adalberht.

Whatever she told him must have been really meaningful because all the traces of rage in my brother had seemingly evaporated. His face seemed to be in a weird limbo between shock and elation.

I rushed in to help Adalberht up to his feet, but he simply smiled and brushed me off.

"What kind of Knight is helped up by the princess," he joked.

Despite the altercation, Cecelia had a wide yet uneasy grin on her face. She seemed to glow in the sun, her blue eyes reflecting the sky, as she moved her hands over her stomach.

My brother, who had now completely forgotten about Adalberht, placed his palm gently on her abdomen as well.

It was then that the sun shown intensely, blinding me and blanketing all I could see in white. As quickly as it had faded everything to white, the light itself faded out into darkness.

The soft whir of the air conditioner prompted me to open my eyes once more.

The strange blue eyed woman seemed to stare at me, but I knew it was merely a figment of my imagination. A memory of someone who felt distant yet close and familiar. Her name escaped me unfortunately.

Switching off my nightlight, I saved my report and deactivated my tablet.

There would be time to complete my report on the wRHG tournament and the illusive Oracle later, but for now rest was of the utmost importance.

-End of Dream II
Dream III will come out after Round 2 or Round 3
Dream VI willl come out after Tournament end.

You certainly know how to carry a story Org. I'll give you that, I can't wait to read the rest of your stories later on as you write :D

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He was going to kill him this time, of that I was certain, and my desperation clouded my thoughts and my judgement. Although I should have known where he was headed, I headed toward his bedroom instead.

Repetition was the only part that I caught here. There were a few minor errors that I'm sure you could catch if given a once over, but awesome stuff! :D