Order and Chaos: Prologue

Prologue

 The dream started in a grand ball. Trip looked down at what she was wearing; it was a beautiful scarlet dress. There were silver designs on it; they looked like flowers in spring. She looked around and saw several other couples dancing. It reminded Trip of a fairy tale, where everyone was invited to the ball for the birthday for the princess.

 Suddenly she was grabbed by the hand and brought towards the dance floor. She looked at the person she was dancing with; she was surprised when she realized who the person was.

 "Lionel!" She exclaimed. His long blonde hair framed his face; he was wearing a lovely black tuxedo along with a tie. Lionel smiled at her; he weaved his fingers through hers and put his other hand on her waist. Trip blushed, a boy hand never touched her like this before, it seemed to intimate .

 "Lionel-" She was cut off as Lionel put his finger on her lips.

 "Remember to choose." He said, before he let her go and someone else came to dance with her. Another familiar face.

 "Al." The same process happened with Al, his fingers in hers and his other hand on her waist.

 Al bent down to her ear and whispered. "Remembered to choose, Patricia." Then he to, let go. But this time no one came to dance with her after that. All the other couples suddenly turned to her, their forms faded out of existence, well their human forms faded.

 It was like watching a snake molting, they took off their skin as if they were clothes. What appeared from those skin-clothes, was much more gruesome.

 Several of them seemed to be hybrids of human and animal, snakes, bulls and some type of reptile. Some were tall, taller than any human, it made Trip wonder how they had fit in those human-skins. But no matter what form they took, they all slowly advanced to her.

 Trip took in a breath to scream but she couldn't. She looked down and realised why. One of the monsters had it's teeth sunk into her neck. The thing looked at her, it's slit-pupils stared intently.

 The monsters slowly advanced. Trip was at their mercy. There was no one to save her, not Lionel, not Al. Trip closed her eyes as she felt the monsters finally reach her.

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 Trip woke up in cold sweat. She hugged herself, shaking.

 Those dreams were getting more and more frequent, especially since her 16th birthday was coming. Something to her right shimmered, as if light was bending at odd angles. She turned to her right, there was nothing.

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