~The Beginning~
Van Gogh once had said that he dreamed what he painted and painted what he dreamed. Such a statement was something that could easily be understood by the Dreamer. She sat before the easel, staring at that blank canvas with new eyes. Before it wasn?t so difficult to imagine what to create and paint upon that canvas? but her mind was currently as blank as the white canvas she stared at. Frown twisted her lips as fingers twisted in spidersilk and moon thread colored tendrils of hair, drawing it forward to examine even as those snow pale fingers were just as well contemplated. This flesh, this body was new to her. Memories scattered and faded.
?It will be easier soon??
Her head jerked up as if she had been slapped, looking over her shoulders swiftly with that fury that came as quick as a winter chill in the night. Cold regard was offered to the woman that leaned against the wall, fingers clasped before her.
?This is what they wanted, Christian and Morpheus required it. You should be grateful pale one, you and your sister? were chosen. You are so gifted. If only you realized.?
The woman who spoke was just as pale as the Dreamer but where the Dreamer?s eyes had been painted in shades of moon and frost, her eyes were artic blue and dangerous. It reminded the Dreamer of wolves.
?Elyiana?? The Dreamer remembered the name of this strange woman, finding her voice again? even that had changed. As delicate as a song, as tranquil as a dream? this too had changed.
?What has been done to me? Why am I here? I want to go home to be with my family? I can no longer paint. You have taken everything from me?
Defiance was a rare emotion for her to feel? she stood with the fluid grace, elegant as the most serene and lovely of creatures. It was then she noted the wings at her back. A fleeting memory of her past before she had died and then had come here, Reborn only to find that she had a twin sister that had also been reborn? one she never knew she had. All happened for a reason they said? there were things that only the sisters could do.
?Yes we have taken everything from you all that you remember but we offer you so much more, Pheus. ?
The woman stepped to the Dreamer, brushing the Dreamer?s hair away from her throat. The diamond collar was set in place, snapped in silent cry around her delicate throat. ?You belong to us now? follow me Pheus? there is something I must show you. Something that will aid you in your art? I am certain you have felt different these days, able to sense things you never sensed before. You used to dream in black in white didn?t you??
A mute nod was offered. Even in her desire to fight the Dreamer found there was no chance to injure the woman or fend off the collaring. There was no choice but to follow.
?And now, Pheus? how do you dream now??
?In color? and in? I cannot explain it. I feel so much. It is so real now.?
?Like your paintings that you dream of, and that your dreams are real??
?Yes? they have come alive??
A whisper, haunted and entranced by that change within her. The awareness that was starting to come to be? the knowledge that she could feel emotion, could see the dreams and nightmares of those around her was something that inspired her to know what else this new world had to offer her. Even trapped she would find a way to take everything she could from them and become her own Mistress.
A door was passed, a fleeting glance in as brows furrowed at the presence of a gargoyle shackled within the room seeming to be the subject of some torture and experiments. She was drawn away before she could question Elyiana their destination concluded at a covered mirror. The cloth was drawn away and Elyiana motioned Pheus towards the mirror. Snow pale hand lifted, touched upon the glass till it shimmered and moved beneath her touch. Rippling like water till the image was revealed of the woman curled at the bottom of a contraption that reminded the Dreamer of a bird cage. Blood and black feathers coated the floor around the naked form of the young woman?her features hidden by the black curtain of hair that was as dark as the night itself. It did not matter? Pheus knew the woman as easily as she knew herself.
Her twin? the sister of darkness to her light, Pheus understood then quite well that her sister was their bargaining chip. Do as they say and they?d keep her sister alive. Hatred burned coldly in her eyes before her expression was painted over in the lovely fa?ade Pheus was slowly learning how to manipulate to trick and fool those around her. It was all Smoke and Mirrors after all? and she was destined to be the Mistress of Illusion and Dreams.
?Tell me what I need to do? ?