Warnings: mentions of death, death, loss of control
Summary: Delta has his first (of many) nightmare not long after turning 18. What could possibly happen to make him so afraid?
Delta’s POV
Screaming. It's the only thing that's happening, the only thing I can hear. I can't see anything in the infinite darkness that surrounds me. I want to cast a little light just to see what was going on, who was screaming and why-
"DELTA, STOP!!!"
I freeze at the familiar voice calling my name. That can't be... I turn around hoping that it was, to finally see a familiar fac-
"F-fluffy...?" My voice goes quiet when I see them. Clothes bloodied and barely hanging together, hair down without the usual ponytail in place and body littered with cuts and burns. They were dragging Goldie with them, though it was hard to tell if he was unconscious or injured. But the worst part? The look of sheer terror that was written all over them just staring at me.
"Delta, please. Stop all this! We already lost Pam and Ari, what's gotten into you?!" Lost? Are they... They can't be!
I tried to talk, to ask what was happening... Only finding that I couldn't. I lift my hand to my mouth, only to feel string holding my lips together (s-stitch's?! Why do I have-) my thoughts are cut off by my left arm lifting up on it's own... and aiming right at my friend
I suddenly felt magic gathering in said arm before my gut sank at the realisation of what was happening. I tried to scream, yell, ANYTHING to get them to move but nothing came out. They stayed glued in place, fear clearly winning the internal fight. When they did snap out of it...
It was too late. Fire was launched out of my hand and hit them directly, causing an inferno to start and grow where they both stood a moment ago. Streams of tears slid down my face. Why was I doing this?! Why don't I have any control?! I look down to my arm and see a single thread attached to it going up. I follow the string up to see a wooden cross with more strings attached to it going to where I stood.
Before I had time to react, I was lifted from the floor with barely any struggle and turned to face the one in control. Whoever they were, their body blended with the little darkness left from the fires, leaving only the clothing visable to me. (I don't want to be near you! Get away from me!) I think as I struggle uselessly on the threads holding me up. The mysterious person just chuckles at my attempt to free myself before bringing me closer to their face and mutters a simple sentence that makes my spine freeze:
"Your the perfect prodigy..."
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"...elta.."
"De..a.."
"DELTA!!!"
"AAAHHHHH!" I scream as I suddenly wake up in my bedroom. I'm breathing so fast I almost don't hear the person next to me. "Deep breaths, sweetheart. Look at me and take slow, deep breaths" I take a peak to my right and see my mom, holding my hand and giving it a slight squeeze to try and keep my attention. I do as I'm told until my breathing slows down and becomes more even.
Everything in that moment catches up to me, everything that happened minutes ago. The screaming, my friends being hurt, getting hurt BY me, all the fire... And that person. I burst into tears before I know it and throw myself into my moms arms wailing from it all. She closes her arms and embraces me, whispering "it's OK, sweetheart" and "let it all out" over and over, until I'm reduced to sniffling and light crying.
Once she see's I've calmed down she turns me to face her fully, worry evident on her face. "Delta" she speaks, in the calmest tone possible "what happened in your dreams to make you like this?" How can I tell her what I just dreamed about? "... I don't wanna talk about it. Or remember it" the latter wasn't a lie, I did want to forget it all.
Mom doesn't look happy with that answer as she sigh's in defeat "alright, but we WILL discuss this in the morning, dear" she simply states, leaving no room for argument. She stands and begins to leave the room, reaching the doorframe before- "WAIT!" I cry out, stopping her in her tracks. She turns her head to look at me, waiting for me to finish my sentence "... Can you..." I stutter trying to form the request, one I haven't asked for since I was 12, despite it being my favourite spell "can you... Make those lanterns I like appear, please? I... don't think I'll be able to sleep easy again..."
She smiles warmly, changing direction to face me "of course, all you have to do is ask"
Summary: during breakfast after the previous night, Delta spills what happened in his dream to his Mom. how will she take it?
Delta’s POV
“Sweetie, it’s time to wake up”
Sunlight bursts through the window, bringing the bright new day with it. I rub my face to remove the last traces of sleep... and dried tears from the night before.
That's right: the nightmare, screaming, mom having to wake me up and comfort me... and the fact that we were going to discuss what had happened in the morning. I’m not looking forward to it but if talking about it means finding a way to end it then I’ll have to just do it.
I drag myself down the stairs into the kitchen making myself a simple bowl of cereal before joining my mom at the kitchen table.
we both just sit in silence for a few minutes eating before mom decides to breaks it “So... Delta, where do you want to start?” she inquires with the same tone as last night. I sigh and bury myself into my arms hoping to hide from her gaze “I dunno… there’s a lot to take in...” I barely grumble out opting to refocus my attention on the half-empty bowl. Was that crack always there?
“Delta...” I hear her reply “I know you don’t want to discuss this, and honestly I’m a little afraid myself. but keeping it to yourself isn’t going to help in the long run, especially if it is going to keep happening” I glance up from the bowl when she places a hand on my arm “So please, I want to help you in anyway I can” I sigh in defeat “ok... so it started like this...”
I proceed to tell her everything that happened. The infinite darkness, my friends being hurt, getting hurt by me and having no control over anything I did. All the while she listens, waiting for me to finish. By the time I do, I’m slightly trembling.
”Well, that certainly is quite a nightmare, sweetie” she begins “although, from the sound of it, it’s nothing a couple of advanced dream spells can’t fix” she reassures me with a smile as she sips her tea “but... you did mention a man near the end of your dream?”
“oh... yeah... he was REALLY omon... omina… he was creepy. He had a dark laugh, I could only make out his clothes and the only thing he spoke to me was ‘your the perfect prodigy…’ that was-”
SMASH!
I twist my head to face my mom who had gone completely pale whilst holding empty air between her hands. Guess that explains the smash... “Mom? are you ok?” she seems to snap back to reality “y-yes sweetie, I’m- I’m fine” she stutters out. Odd... “why don’t you get ready for the day? I’ll... I’ll start looking into those dream spells right away”
“Oh… ok Mom...” I mumble out as I make my way to my room before heading out after getting dressed, with one question on my thought. For most of my dream, she looked perfectly fine, but then I mentioned that man... she looked afraid... why?
I wait until my son closes the door before moving the empty dishes to the kitchen, attempting to do something to clear my mind of what he just told me.
the only thing he spoke to me was ‘your the perfect prodigy…’
your the perfect prodigy...
“Our little magician is going to be the perfect prodigy”
I barely hold back the tears as I slid down the counter and onto the floor, attempting to not break down. (No... no no nonoNONONO! this can’t be happening! he couldn’t have- could he?!) I stop holding back as I curl up onto the floor into a crying mess.
“please... please don’t find us... I don’t want to lose my sweet innocent boy...”
Esto es cara de 'Me han pillao!' Mi amigo es muy listo y se come un helado a las 0:00 de la noche :) #calipo #lima #lasandratambe #songuais #partyhard #mathiew @protegomuggletum @matigalan #heavymetalrules #fuckimelectrolatino (aquests ultims, proposats per ell) L'altre és el gripau.
