I dont want to go to sleep.
AND YOU CANT MAKE ME
The Watcher found herself floating, formless. Around her stood a small grove, deep within the forest. A tree grew from the center, and from it was shone a sickly yellow light. The Watcher became aware of two figures, one at the edge of the trees, and one standing directly before the great tree in the middle. The one on the outside was of a species the Watcher had seen before, but only in dream. Bipedal, simian in appearance, a shock of darkened hair grew from the top of its head. It was dressed in cloth, covering the majority of its body. Only its head and hands were uncovered, dirt and sweat encrusting them.
In an instant, the Watcher became aware of the other in its entirety. It was similar to the former in size and form, but it was ethereal.
"A soul split from the living flesh," the Watcher uttered, her words soundless and immaterial. Its soul glowed, and indeed the sickly yellew emmenated from its being. Its energy flashed and arced, striking the ground and billowing into a halo of lightning above itself. The image of a dress hung off of its features, and with a start the watcher realized the spirit was in fact a female, and a young one at that. What had happened, to end this young ones life? And why....why....why did it feel so angry, yet so sad?
With earthen crunches, and sounds of stones grinding against each other, spikes of earth and rock started to burst from the rock, all along the ground between the two. With cries of alarm, the living one lept towards the soul, dodging the spikes as it made its way towards the center of the grove, slipping and sliding down a slight incline. It fell to the ground at one point, and hurriedly rolled out of the way of emerging spikes. Righting itself, it flung itself headlong at the barrier of earth the soul had constructed between them, breaking through to the other side.
The soul dissapeared, collapsing into the ground by the tree, before reapearing to hover above the living one.
"I burned the book into dust, now I dont have to listen to that stupid story ANY MORE!" With this, the girl (the Watcher upon hearing the souls voice, was able to discern its gender) Flung her arms towards the living, and hurled a bolt of energy into its chest. The living was staggered, and the girl flung bolt after bolt against him (again, after hearing its cries of pain, the Watcher was able to discern its true gender). He was thrown to the ground, doubled over in obvious pain. The watcher desparately wanted to make her way to the you ones side, but she found her point of view immobile.All she could do was wait, and watch.
"Leave me alone."the girl muttered, turning away from the boy.
"No." the boy said, turning back to the girl. "No I'm not leaving." he stated resolutely, gaining a look of pained surprise from the girl. "Just listen to me!..Uhhh," the boy stammered, looking about and visibly trying to find the words he wanted to say. Walking towards the girl, and in fact causing her to recoil from him, he continued. "Once upon a time, long ago, there was a little girl." His words grew stronger as he continued.
"What?" the girl cried out in confusion, and she gave the room between them yet more space.
"A little girl, who was different, who was different from the other people in her village." As the boy continued, the girls soul shook with anger, the head visibly tearing and blurring from the motion.
"I'm not listening!" With this, she split into four copies of herself. These circled the boy, roughly jostling him from behind when he took his focus off of one. They struck up an echoing chant, attempting to drown out the boys voice.
"She could see, and do things, that no one could understand. And that made them scared of her!"
"I dont like this story!" the girl cried, and it was obvious she was shaken.
"She turned away from everyone, and became sad and lonely... and had no one to turn to!" he yelled into the whirling vortex of energy, so intent was the girl to drown out his words.
STOP IT!!!
With this, the girl caused her vortex to explode, cascading her energy outwards, stripping the trees of their leaves and limbs. She reformed her body, rising from beneath the roots of the great tree to glare at the figure of the boy. He had been flung away, but as far as the Watcher could tell was unharmed. He rose and staggered to his feet, staring once more at the girl.
"The more she turned away from people, the more scared they were of her, and they did something terrible!" The boys voice grew louder to combat the rising wind, echoing to all reaches of the forest. The girl by this point was torn between feelings of rage and confusion, as evidenced by the emotion stamped across her face. "They became so scared, that they took her away, and they killed her!"
The Watcher cried out, this statement sparking a memory deep within her, she could not remember why, just that it felt...the same.
"No..." the girls cry had dropped far below her previous, and the Watcher saw as she was forced to pay attention to the boys story.
"B-but even though she was dead," the girls form contorted with anger and pain, "Something in her came back!"
"STOP!"
"This part of her wouldn't go away, not for three hundred years!"
"SHUT UP!!!"
"The longer it stayed, the less there was of the little girl."
At this, the girl screamed in rage. Her soul bent and threw its energy outwards, deep into the ground. The ground cracked and lurched, the energy beneath glowing like magma. The ground fell away, in immense chunks, and the Watcher felt the area...twist, gravity and otherwise being bent to the girls whim.
"I'LL MAKE YOU SUFFER!" The girl cried out, her face contorting and changing into something...inhuman.
"Why?!?" The boy called out, the ground crumbling beneath his feet. The Watcher watched as he turned from the girl, and grabbed the remainder of the rockface behind him. It twisted and turned, and soon the boy found his feet beneath him once more.
"Because....because..." the girl trailed off, and the Watcher could hear the pain in her words. Again the Watcher felt a pang of memory, as if this in fact meant something to her, something she couldnt...remember.
"Because you want everyone to hurt, just as much as you are. So whenever you wake up, you play this mean game, but you dont play fair!" With this, the boy ran across the floating rock, and hurled himself onto one closer to the girl.
"They HURT me..."
"So you hurt them back?"
"I wanted EVERYONE to see how ROTTEN they were."
The boy lept once more, throwing himself onto the outstretched roots beneath the grizled tree by which she hovered. "You're just like them Agitha!"
"No I'm not!" Agitha denied, drawing back from the encroaching boy.
"You're a bully!
"NO...I'M..."
NOT!
With this, Agitha flew into the tree beneath them, and exploded the outer layer, outwards. The boy was flung several yards, before being grabbed by an unseen force. The Watcher watched in terror as the boy was slammed into the bare trunk with relentless force, aagain and again. The Watcher tried in vain to move, to help the boy, but it was for naught. Gravity once more overtook the boy, and dropped him down towards the roots. One such root snagged the back of his clothing, and the Watcher breathed a sigh of relief. As the tree floated free of the ground, it rotated, and the boy steadied himself along its length.
"They did something awful, but that doesnt mean you should too! All thats left of you now is mean and horrible!"
"Thats not true!"
"Then stop! This is wrong and you know it! You spent so long remembering the bad people, that you've forgotten the good ones!" The boy closed the distance between them, shielding his face against the now tidal force winds around them. "There must have been someone that loved you, and cared for you. You dont remember them?" the boy stretched out his hand towards the girl.
"Leave me alone!" Agitha sobbed, turning away from the boy.
"But you're not alone, You have to remember!"
"Keep away from me!"
"REMEMBER!" the boy leaped forward and grasped Agithas hand within his own. The Watcher was subjected to a roaring wind, which tore at everything and deafened her. And then...
Silence.
The Watcher looked around, and found herself in the same grove she had started in. But...it was peaceful...tranquil...it seemed almost, friendly. Agitha and the boy stood near the tree in the center of the grove, but Agitha was different now. She more resembled the boy, skin of flesh and darkened hair that spilled out from her crown and down past her shoulders. She looked...cleansed. Was this the strength of the boy, which had reached her tortured soul?
"Aggie." the girl stated, staring down at her hands. "My name was Aggie..." The boy smiled at this, and gave her a knowing grin. "I...I remember, my mommy brought me here once," she said plainly, looking towards the tree and then walking towards it. "We sat under the tree, and she told me stories." her face lit up at the memory, and the Watcher could feel the underlying saddness. "they all had happy endings. And then...those HORRIBLE men came and took me away, and I never saw her again!" with this, Agithas eyes burned with rage, sending a halo of sickly yellow light before they abbated. She ran towards the tree with stuttering steps, openely crying with tears streaming down her face.
"Sometimes when people get scared, they say and do terrible things." the boy said, drawing closer to Agitha. "I think you got so scared that you forgot who you are. But I dont think you're a witch, not really."
"You dont? Agitha asked, wiping a tear from her face.
"I think you're just a little kid with a really special gift, who only ever wanted people to understand her. So we're not all that different at all."
"But what about the people that hurt you?" she asked, "Dont you ever want to make them suffer?"
"Well, yeah," the boy replied with a shrug, " but what good would that do? You think just because theres bad people out there, that theres no good ones either? I thought the same thing for a while, but theres always someone out there for you. Somewhere."
Agitha turned away from the boy, sorrow clear upon her features. "I just want my mommy."
"I'm sorry Aggie. She's gone."
"That story you were telling, how does it end?" Agitha asked,turning to the boy.
The boy stared at the ground for a few secends, then looked up to Agitha with a smile. "I think thats up to you."
Agitha walked up to the tree, placed a small hand upon the trunk. "Is this where they buried me?"
"Its...a pretty good place to sleep..." The boy said dully, "The you can be with your mom again."
Agitha sat down, her back to the bark. The boy joined her, and she lay her head across his shoulder.
The Watcher gazed on as the girl, once known as Agitha, became as aether, her soul passing on between the realm of life, death, dream and hereafter. the entire dream started to collapse, and the last thing she saw before blinding white...the young boy, looking on with a sorrowful smile.
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With a frightful gasp, the Watcher of Dreams, Ruler of the night, Crowned Princess Luna of Equestria awoke.
"Sister, are you all right?!!?" looking to the side of her bed, she saw her sister perched with a worried look across face, her wings skewed out in agitation. Luna became aware that her coat was covered in a cold sweat, and her eyes were still brimming with tears. "You were screaming in your sleep, the entire castle was worried about you!" looking past her sister to the doorway, Luna could see several heads of the staff vying for position to see inside.
"My...my apologies for worrying everyone, twas not mine intent. I was...trapped, in a vision." Luna shuddered, the memory of the dream still fresh with her.
Her sister let out a thankful sigh, and turned towards the door, shooing those gathered. "She's fine, and she doesnt need the lot of you gawking about her doorway, go on, shoo!" They scattered and fled, leaving Luna alone with her sister once more. "Sister, dearest. Please, tell me what happened." Celestia, Ruler of the day, sat down beside her sisters bed to try to console her.
"I was...I was in a forest. A forest I'd never seen before. There were two foals, but they werent pony foals... and one of them was dead." Celestia gasped at her sisters description, but didnt inturrupt. "The dead one was a little filly named Agitha, she was very angry, and very sad. She felt...she felt just like me. When I was...alone." She nuzzled her sisters cheek for comfort, and they sat like this for a time. "The other one...it was a young colt...I never did find out his name. He talked to Agitha, and no matter what she did, he never stopped. He reached out, and he grabbed her SOUL, sister." Luna stated, looking at her sisters wide eyes. Her own eyes matched her sisters, the thought of one having the ability to interact with anothers soul one both awesome and terrifying. "He FORCED her to remember, to remember one instant of peace she had had. He helped her pass on from this life, to let go of her regret and pain."
"Was this truly a vision? Are you sure?" Celestia looked deep within her sisters eyes.
"Twas more, I'm afraid dear sister." Luna grasped the sheet ontop of her with an aura of deep night blue. Throwing it to the side, they both gasped, for curled against her sister was a small figure...