~Envy's Dream~
Envy's dream was quite strange. She was in the middle of a meadow, filled with flowers; all the colors of the flowers were white, no other color. This is odd.. She thought in the dream as she walked through the field of flowers. She picked a flower, patches of the field going dead. She stepped back. "What's happening here?" She asked herself. She walked further forward, oblivious to the colors on the flowers changing. They were turning from white to light pinks, purples, oranges, and blues; but there was one flower in particular that was still white, that was in the middle of the meadow. She walked to the flower and crouched in front of it, there wasn't any light, it was just the moon. It was dark and the flowers gave off a radiant shine; all except the white flower. This one didn't change, it stayed white. She stretched her hand - her fingers forward - her touch gentle on the frail plant. It died before her, not like a normal flower, though; it had shattered. It had shattered to tiny pieces before her; there weren't dead leaves, just small pieces of green and white shards. Everything was a blur after that. The ground began to rumble and shake, making her fall. The other plants were hard on her back, just like the white one they had all shattered like glass. What's going on here? A word wouldn't come out of her mouth, nor a scream. The meadow before her started disappearing; the green seemed to fall away like tiles that failed to support the world. The pit around her grew closer and closer until she was falling herself. 'Help!' She tried to scream, but it didn't work. She found her arms flailing for something to hold on to. She thought she saw something in the corner of her eye, but she was wrong; it was black nothingness all around her, no light, not even from the moon - which was no longer visible. She kept falling, failing to scream for help. She was hopeless, she couldn't do anything; she would die, surely.
Envy's dream was quite strange. She was in the middle of a meadow, filled with flowers; all the colors of the flowers were white, no other color. This is odd.. She thought in the dream as she walked through the field of flowers. She picked a flower, patches of the field going dead. She stepped back. "What's happening here?" She asked herself. She walked further forward, oblivious to the colors on the flowers changing. They were turning from white to light pinks, purples, oranges, and blues; but there was one flower in particular that was still white, that was in the middle of the meadow. She walked to the flower and crouched in front of it, there wasn't any light, it was just the moon. It was dark and the flowers gave off a radiant shine; all except the white flower. This one didn't change, it stayed white. She stretched her hand - her fingers forward - her touch gentle on the frail plant. It died before her, not like a normal flower, though; it had shattered. It had shattered to tiny pieces before her; there weren't dead leaves, just small pieces of green and white shards. Everything was a blur after that. The ground began to rumble and shake, making her fall. The other plants were hard on her back, just like the white one they had all shattered like glass. What's going on here? A word wouldn't come out of her mouth, nor a scream. The meadow before her started disappearing; the green seemed to fall away like tiles that failed to support the world. The pit around her grew closer and closer until she was falling herself. 'Help!' She tried to scream, but it didn't work. She found her arms flailing for something to hold on to. She thought she saw something in the corner of her eye, but she was wrong; it was black nothingness all around her, no light, not even from the moon - which was no longer visible. She kept falling, failing to scream for help. She was hopeless, she couldn't do anything; she would die, surely.
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Note to self: Remember that this was on page 120 in the LoZ: Twilight Princess RP!~
