The Child Dreamer:
A Dead Dreamer Prequel
When the town discovered the barn the next morning, most assumed his ᛞᛖᚨᛏᚺ was accidental. The marks there were left by the rope had been ᛒᚢᚱᛝᛖᛞ away by the ᚠᛁᚱᛖ. No one knew what had happened in the barn that night, and no one would ever know. They wouldn’t know how his ᛋᛟᚢᛚ was taken away by that woman. Taken to be ᛈᚢᛝᛁᛋᚺᛖᛞ before being allowed back into the world.
The ᛒᛚᚨᚲᚲᛋᛗᛁᛏᚺ and his family held onto my shoulders while the villagers attempted to dig for my ᚠᚨᛏᚺᛖᚱᛋ body. Despite them all knowing how he had treated his son, they deemed he still deserved a proper ᛒᚢᚱᛁᚨᛚ. I deemed the barn itself was ᛒᚢᚱᛁᚨᛚ enough.
His wife took my hand, along with her children’s and guided us back to their home. I would spend my days there, completing chores and going to school with the others. They ᚠᛖᚨᚱᛖᛞ me. They did their best to never cross my path. We merely existed in the same house.
They had every right to ᚠᛖᚨᚱ me. The ᛝᛁᚷᚺᛏ my ᚠᚨᛏᚺᛖᚱ had drowned me was the ᛝᛁᚷᚺᛏ everything changed. It was when I truly began to feel ᛈᛟᚹᛖᚱᚠᚢᛚ. Every evening, as I fell asleep in the straw bed they had given me, I was ᚠᚱᛖᛖ. My ᛋᛟᚢᛚ left my body and felt what it was like to not be tied down by the world.
At first, everything felt like a ᛞᚱᛖᚨᛗ. I thought I had merely ᛞᚱᛖᚨᛗᛏ of the freedom each night. But as the days passed, and and the evenings came, everything became clear. I was ᚢᛝᛁᚲᚢᛖ. Different, stronger than the rest of the villagers. I did not tell them about my new gift. Had I done so, they would have probably burned me the same way I ᛞᚢᚱᛝᛖᛞ my ᚠᚨᛏᚺᛖᚱ.
Each ᛝᛁᚷᚺᛏ, I would leave the village, and travel as far as allowed. Being away from my body allowed me to expand my senses. No longer limited by my body, my ᛋᛁᚷᚺᛏ was improved, as was my hearing. The ᛞᚨᚱᚲᛝᛖᛋᛋ was never a problem while in this state. ᛁ ᚹᚨᛋ ᛏᚱᚢᛖᛚᛇ ᚠᚱᛖᛖ.
It was during the ᛝᛁᚷᚺᛏᛋ of the full ᛗᛟᛟᛝ when I first witnessed the ᚲᚱᛖᚨᛏᚢᚱᛖᛋ of this side. They emerged from mysterious doors throughout the forest. They were grotesque ᚲᚱᛖᚨᛏᚢᚱᛖᛋ. Small in stature, with wings of various varieties. Their skin sagged and ranged in colors. But because I was a child, I was curious.
So every full ᛗᛟᛟᛝ, I would follow them in the ᛋᚺᚨᛞᛟᚹᛋ and watch. Watched as they played their pranks on the humans and animals. Watched as they left a mysterious ᛗᚨᚱᚲ on some, but not others. The ᛗᚨᚱᚲᛋ were only there for a moment, before vanishing into the skin.
During the day, I would attempt to watch those who were ᛗᚨᚱᚲᛖᛞ. They were no different than the other ᚺᚢᛗᚨᛝᛋ, except for the fact that they were old. For a while, I thought the ᛗᚨᚱᛝ was merely part of their pranks. But soon, they began to ᛞᛁᛖ. One by one, each ᚺᚢᛗᚨᛝ who was ᛗᚨᚱᚲᛖᛞ began to pass on. Some in their sleep. Even the animals who were ᛗᚨᚱᚲᛖ either vanished or were found ᛞᛖᚨᛞ.
The ᛗᚨᚱᚲᛋ were the ᛗᚨᚱᚲᛋ of ᛞᛖᚨᛏᚺ.
ᛏᛟ ᛒᛖ ᚲᛟᛝᛏᛁᛝᚢᛖᛞ…
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