they promised that dreams come true
She should be used to losing things. Family, friends, her home. These things have always been like grasping at mist. Her parents had left her when she was only a child, though she’d gotten them back for a while. The Cove has come and gone in and out of existence. How long had it been since she’d seen Pteron, who’d taught her to love the sky and challenged her to fly? Or Chemdog, who she’d had only briefly, but his memory still shone bright in her mind?
As Beqanna shifts and changes around her, Ori does what she always does - she disappears into the common lands and creates worlds around her. If she cannot have the black beaches of the Cove, then she will stand on some other shoreline and paint the sand black beneath her feet. If she cannot have a family that stays, then she lets their memories come to life and live around her. Perhaps all she is doing is painting her own quiet hell, her own imaginary prison, but it feels more like life than anything she’s experienced in the real world. But her power blurs the line between reality and fantasy, and there are days she cannot trust her own senses.
Today is no different. “Ori?” says a voice that is familiar, one she hasn’t heard in a while but one she cannot forget. Her eyes turn to find the stallion she’d grown so fond of so easily, and she wonders as he comes closer if he’s actually there. Is he real, or just her imagination gone rogue with her own power? But when he stands near her, the heat of him is real, the smell of him better than she remembered. Her illusions were always just slightly off, skewed by her own faulty memory, but he did not seem to be merely an illusion. He reaches out to touch her and he feels alive and solid. These are all things she can create, but not things she usually creates in her own, imaginary world.
”Is it really you?” she finally says, voice little more than a whisper as her eyes find his. She cannot quite bring herself to hope, and yet hope creeps in anyway. Sneaky and welcome and potentially heart wrenching all at once.
but they forgot that nightmares are dreams too
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