Mike wakes up with a start. His 13 year old body is covered in an icy sweat. Meh nightmare that he had just experienced was like nothing he had ever felt before. He couldn't remember much, but he had the vague impression of a teenage girl wrapped in the whitest light holding off a huge cloud of inky darkness. He had no idea who the girl was, or what he and her were doing there, but he remembered her looking at him with her pretty gray eyes and saying "this is not your fight child of earth, time to wake up" and then he was awake. He flipped aside the covers and set his feet on the hard wood floor. He didn't notice, but the dust on the floor instead of flying off in all directions, seemed to cling to his feet as though attracted by a magnet. I wonder what that dream was about... he thought as he got out of bed.
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