Daemonic Dream

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"Arianna...Arianna..." I heard the soft and gentle voice call over and over as I ran through a maze of stone archways, halls, and passeges.
"Where are you?" I cried, wondering who, or what was calling my name. A bright, blinding light flashed over me and I suddenly knew who the voice was. He was my archangel, my guardian and protector. I stopped for a moment, trying to listen for my name again; to possibly figure out where the voice was coming from.
I heard my name, faint but clear, coming to the direct left of me. I closed my eyes and slowly turned around, trying to gather some courage to face whatever was there. I opened my eyes and saw a mirror, ancient and cracked. It was oval, surrounded by a silver antique frame that had weathered gems incrusted in it. At the center of the mirror was a crack that was shaped like a 5-pointed star. I saw myself with sweat collecting on my forehead and dressed in a white dress that reached only till my knees, and I saw my dark brown, almost black, hair, wind blown and messy. But for some reason the image of myself was intoxicating and I couldn't take my eyes off of me. I reached out to touch the surface of the mirror. "Who are you?" I asked, in alien awe. As I touched the mirror, its surface rippled, sending a refreshing coolness to my body. Giggling for some reason, I withdrew my hand and started to stroke it with the other. I sat down, crossed-legged and sat staring at myself.
Only half aware of it, a faint light flashed behind me and someone stepped out of it. Still only half aware, I saw that it was my angel. His always prefectly messed up hair was blowing softly in a strange wind that accompanied him and his eyes were looking down at me; crystal blue and loving.
"Arianna, my love." he said gently, bending down to where I was sitting. He took my hand and held it in his. "Arianna, dear, me musn't make haste. Me must leave this wretched maze as fast as possible." I saw that he suddenly looked worried.
"Why?" I asked, turning around to face him. "Why must we leave? I want to stay. I want to play with my friend!"
"Arianna, love, we shall come back another day." My angel said, gently smiling, trying to hide worry.
"Please?" I asked quietly. "She wants me to stay too." I turned around and pointed to my reflection. But it was not me I saw, and I screamed, and started to cry.
It was not my relection any more, but that of a daemons. The feind's face looked srambled up, scarred, bruised, and bloody. His nose was pointed and crooked, and there were stiches at the brigde of it. His eyes were amber, but they weren't warm. They were cold and blood shot. There were white circles surrounding his pupil; a sign of madness. His eyes themselves had had dark, dark circles around it. His lips looked cut up and misshapen, as if they had been ripped off, cut up, and sown back on. His cheeks were scarred, deforming parts of his face. He had barely any hair, for there were tufts of it going in random places. He appeared to have lost an ear and the other was so cut up that it was bleeding heavily. He had on hardly any clothes; they were ripped and torn and they showed off more scars and bleeding wounds. He was missing a few fingers, toes, and had no shoes, but yet still managed to hold a black rose out towards me. The daemon grinned, revealing blood stained and misshappen teeth. He called in a grimly and hoarse voice, "Come to me, Arianna. I will show you your destiny."
I detached myself from the angel, mesmerized. I walked towards the mirror daemon, reaching my hand out toward the black rose.
"Arianna!" cried the angel. "No! You musn't!"
I didn't hear him and grasped the rose, causeing the daemon's bloody grin to become wider.
"No Arianna!" the angel cried again.
The daemon held his other hand out to me. I took it and started to step into the mirror.
Suddenly something hit the mirror, shattering it and causing the daemon to shriek as the pieces of glass flew every. I flew back, right into the angel's arms, crying.
"Shhh," he soothed, stroking my hair. "We must leave now, or more wentches shall come."
"Yes," I sobbed back. "We must."
Finally aware of myself, I noticed that my voice sounded childish and I only came up to the chest of the angel, when I should've come up to his neck. He took my hand and hurridly said, "Love, we must run as fast as possible. Alright?"
I nodded; for there were shadows slowly starting to form around each of the glass shards from the mirror.
"On the count of three, love." the angel quietly and cautiously said.
I nodded again, franticly, because the shadows were condensing, growing darker with each passing second.
"One..."
I looked around.
"Two..."
I nervously squeezed the angel's hand.
"Three!"
As soon he said 'three,' I caught a faint reflection of myself in one of the glass shards that wasn't surrounded by shadows. And what I saw was my face, not as I knew it, but as I knew it as a four-year old. Intrigued, I hastily bent down and grabbed the suprisingly blunt shard and held on to it with my thand that wasn't grasping the angel's and we broke out into a run.

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[Vannah]

I've read this before, but it still as good as the last time you wrote it.....:)