Dream warriors of Faith

I stood in the middle of an endless frostbitten desert, my breath harsh and shallow, leaving behind a feint cloud of mist with every breath I exhaled I. The sky was silver grey, churning low like it wanted to collapse, reminding me that I was still in this place. Snowflakes spiraled and danced in slow motion, never landing and instead swirling around me mockingly as I stood trying to catch my breath. The ground crackled beneath my bare feet—ice shards as sharp as glass of my own regrets. I look around, but there’s nothing except the same shade of snow. No trees, no buildings, just endless snow stretching into the horizon like time itself gave up. The sky is an unbroken gray, low and suffocating, and the only sound I could hear was the relentless howling of the wind which left me standing for ages My head was held low as I heaved ever ice cold breath into my lungs as quickly as I could to get back my strength. After running for so long I felt like I could collapse at any moment. Specks of sweat clung and froze to my face before the even met my shoulders, with my silver hair swaying violantly with the pure snow and my eyes matching the shade of the blue endlees icy land. My blade was behind me, it's sharp edge trailing as I took slow but heavy steps as far away as I could..as far away from that thing. The wind seemed to slice through my clothing but I felt nothing, my bare feet were cold to the touch but all I could think of was to either fight of flee from what was following me. And like clockwork it's roar snapped me out of my thoughts as I raised my head to stare at it. Empty, conniving and tormenting eyes, stared back at me. Never satisfied no matter how much I ran, I attacked, I hid or stood still. It always came back to me reminding and bringing me down to my lowest level. And that made me sick. Raising my blade as far as I could I ran toward its leg and as predicated, it reached out it's arm to strike me but the moment it did that I created ice templates on the air around me to use as leverage to get to it's back in order for me to strike it first. And right when I lodged my weopon it my templates faded away, like grains if dust, unreliable and fragile. Something so strong but humiliating to use since it never did much against thing this. The longer I stayed the the colder I felt my abdomen becomez having used this power caused a fraction of freeze up, and before anything else could freeze I let go and fell from the monster. With a yelp and slight tears in my eyes i got up from were I had rolled over from the impact, holding my side in hoped to keep myself warm. It didn't react, it did nothing, it only ever screamed when it wanted to alert me of its presence. Wanted me to play this game that left me broken like glass. I watched it glance at me as if I had only told it were I was. And in a blink of an eye I watched my blade c***k like it was just a speck of glass in its back before being scattered away. My body was aching, I could berely stand up, whimpers left me as I held my still freezing side while trying to stand up. But a numb pain crossed over me, not only from my chest by through out my entire body, and then I realised again, when that sting in the silence met my ears, that like always I couldn't move. Right when I told myself that even though I had this power I still couldn't move, I still couldn't and I won't ever be able to defeat it. Cause I've tried Tim wand time again and in the end... I stood up, and left my had low. An arm wrapped around me as blood dropped from my head, my breath got slower and slower as if the cold air was freezing my lungs. And In an instant a cage of ice engulfed me, holding me captive. This always happens, it steppes closer to me, and freezes me from my stand and then frees me, and in my it's grasps the last thing I see is a cold heart staring back at me. And just when I think I've finally gotten through to it. It lets me go...shatteri- "Aargh!" I caughed as I woke up again from my nightmare, breathing hard as I tried to catch my breath and the moments I felt the tears roll down my face I wiped them away. Bad habits I placed a hand on my chest as I felt tge air refuse to lmeven let me breath, as if I was suffocating by my own actions in my dream. But I't didn't last long, never did. Only enough to let me see that thing again and again the longer I stayed in my bed. And when I finally got back to normal I was tired and slow, my blue eyes overwhelmed by the eyebags underneath them with my hair acquainting my panicked state. With the finally breath, I finally rested my head against the headboard, breathing normally again. The silence of my room was defeating and like always I heard the alarm set off telling me to snap out of whatever daze I let myself get into after I wake up. Would it be that bad just to get a normal dream. I sighed getting up from bed and getting ready. First getting a drink from the kitchen I went down stairs in my Navy blue long sleeve and turquoise blue pajamas with silver slippers. It was around 5:30, just enough time to get to school. The house was dead silent with the kettle being the only source of noise. Waiting for it to fully boil I poured the steaming water into a mug and placed a premium tea bag inside. Watching the colour diffuse and fully sweeten the water, I placed the cup to my lips since it wasn't too hot and allowed the drink to calm my slightly stressed form. Leaning over the counter I closed my eyes as I let the cup warm my hands, sinking into the long missed warmth against my skin. After a couple minutes of silence I placed the cup into the sink, grateful for this time to cool down before horrid atmosphere of school I went to go take a shower. The ember light in my bathroom glowing softly against my skin as the droplets of water flowed across my skin, drainching my hair while I closed my eyes reminiscing in the feeling. Getting out and putting a towel on with the same gloomy atmosphere I went to take out my pre prepared uniform out of my wardrobe. After drying my hair, putting on lotion and my uniform I went downstairs again. I wasn't much of a breakfast person, but I did enjoy a good energy bar in the morning. Grabbing it to go with my lunch money and bag I closed the door, leaving with my set of house keys. We already lived in a suburban street so walking to school was something I personally orefered over paying any much to ride a bus, even though I favoured bus rides. Walking into the grey walls field with a darker shade of blue lockers I walked passed the classes specialising in science, agriculture, psychology until I reached my first class of my schedule. Entering and sitting at my desk I opened my bag with half of my hair covering my face I placed a book infront of me. since it was still around seven and class started in half an hour, I had some extra time to get some notes down until our class would start. and until the school would end