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Damian stood on Eden’s wall. He started walking across it, step by step. He kept walking and walking and walking. Until he saw her. A girl who looked to be his age. She was in a short shirt which stopped about an inch above her belly button. It had long flowing sleeves the color of a poppy flower.
The skirt had two parts, one which stopped above where he presumed her knees were. It was silver like moonlight. The second part of the skirt went under the shorter silver one and was long reaching the girls ankles. It was a bit darker than the top, more of a vermillion rose than a poppy flower.
She had long light pink hair with streaks of white running through it tied up in a braided bun. She took the veil holding her hair up into her arms then she unbraided it, and let it be free. She placed a navy blue flower in her hair.
Then she started dancing. Slowly at first. She raised one arm to the sky slowly and then brought it down. Then she repeated it with the other arm. She started swaying side to side and moving her arms to her right, and then her left then she moved them up to the sky in the shape of a flower. Then she slowly brought them down untwisting them.
She bowed down only to bring herself back up in a flower shape. Her arms shot to her right side, She then elegantly moved her arms to her left side, but they kept rising higher and higher until they reached over her head: stopping just before they reached their highest point.
The girl closed her eyes and twirled. Her dress flared all around her.
The girl stopped, raising one hand to the moon as if to harness it in her hands. For a second it seemed like she was actually doing it, but then lightning struck her. Right in her palm. The girl stilled. And then she began to fall. Damian was stuck, he couldn't move right until this moment.
Damian ran to her, stretching an arm out to try and grasp her. The girl stretched her hand out as well. For a moment it seemed like he could grab her. But it was too late. Damian's hand grasped thin air, where moments before the girl's hand was.
The girl looked him straight in the eyes right before she fell completely. She had forest-green eyes that seemed so familiar. Damian froze. And the girl fell down out of his sight.
Damian shot up from his bed gasping for air. It wasn't real. But the ground under his feet felt tangible. Damian reassured himself, “It was just a dream. Right?”
He glanced at his bedside table and the medicine on it. Ever since Anya went missing, he had trouble sleeping, and the little sleep he did get was filled with nightmares. Damian sighed and reached for the medicine.
He swallowed it dry, too tired to get up to get some water.
He immediately felt drowsiness come over him. He fell back on his bed and let the sleep overcome him.