GENRE: YA Sci-Fi
I’ve never had coherent dreams. It’s odd that this one is so clear. And by "clear,” I mean I can tell that this thing (whatever it is) standing before me is blue. Pretty good, for me.
I can also tell it’s saying my name.
“Caitlin…” the thing repeats in a voice like a timpani. I can’t make out what else it’s saying. I strain to hear, but to no avail.
Then my palms start to burn like hell and glow a bright blue. Oh god, it hurts. I try to scream, but I can’t so much as squeak. The blue stuff blazes through the rest of my body. I feel like I’m turning to ash. There’s a fiery haze around my eyes now. I can’t see!-
The blue figure jumps. It takes my head in its hands and - oh god, what’s happening? –
My eyes pop open.
The sun is streaming through my sheer curtains. The leaves on the sycamore outside our apartment are waving, dappling everything in my miniscule room. An oriole is chirping.
There’s no blue thing in sight.
Phew. I lift a hand and brush my frizzy hair out of my face – wait. What is that on my palm?
It’s some sort of symbol, three smooth intertwining loops. And it’s scratched into my hand.
“Ow,” I say with some surprise as it starts stinging. My other palm follows suit, and I flip my hand over to see an identical symbol carved into it.
What the hell?