((Heya! I haven't written in a while now. I've always had ideas in my head but none of them have really took flight. This one came up with boredom so I honestly don't think it's very good. I need you guys to help me. Should I keep going with this or just let it fall?))
Dreamscape
Prologue
My name is Tara Greyfen and I was born on Earth in 1991. I am one of a growing race. We are Defenders of Earth, the gifted, and the outcasts, the heroes of your storybooks; more importantly, we are the Dreamscapers. We are the ones who are given gifts to keep your perfectly little neat and tidy planet alive and working.
Few planets are granted the gift of life; Earth was the most abundantly ‘blessed’. The blessing bestowed on Earth was a large mistake, one that couldn’t be reversed. The Presence realized she made a huge mistake. Yes, a woman rules your existence, put that in your juice box and suck it. Anyway, The Presence realized her mistake of giving humans intelligence and made us, the Dreamscapers. She granted us a 'superpower' to save the world with and in exchange we would do her footwork and keep you mere humans from blowing yourselves up.
Before she came to me I never had much to think about. I was seven at the time and barely able to think for myself. I agreed to The Presence’s offer. She gave me seven days, one for each year I was alive, to think about what I wanted for a power. I finally chose a shape shifter on my third day. I'd always loved dogs, their grace, their ability to make everything seem alright with their crooked smiles. My mom was a vet at one point. she brought me in to meet one of her patients. A local farmer had found a wolf with a broken leg and asked my mom to fix her. She agreed. Ever since I looked into that wolfs eyes I've always dreamed of being a wolf, free and beautiful. All I had to do was wait. Those days remaining were the longest of my life. She kept her promise and in seven days she returned.
“Have you decided, my daughter?” Her stance radiated royalty.
“Yup.” I beamed, rocking on my heels, my hands clasped behind my back. Her smile seemed to light the kitchen where we stood. The Presence bent down to look me in the eyes. Her hand stroked my blonde curls.
“Well?”
“I wanna change into a doggie.”
That comment raised her elegantly arched eyebrow. “A ‘doggie’?”
“Mmhmm!” I smiled like a good girl.
She laughed a tinkling laugh. “May I see this doggie you want to be?”
I frowned. “The doggie’s in my head.”
The Presence’s head inclined, looking down at me through dark eyelashes. A thoughtful look spread across her face. “I think I can still see it. May I have your hand?”
I looked down warily but returned her look with confidence. I held out my hand and she took it. Her skin felt like spider webs I used to run through all those summer mornings. A soft coolness pulsed in her hand and a picture of my husky came into my mind. I shook my head. “No, not that one.” I focused on a different dog, the one I had made up.
A fierce animal came into my consciousness; unlike my pet husky this was a large, wolf-like dog. The dog grinned a wicked smile and opened her mouth to reveal a row of sharp teeth. Two blunt fangs were visible even after she closed her mouth; these were used for tearing and power. I made the dog turn to show her side. Choppy, sandy colored fur spread all over her compact and muscular body with the exception of her paws, legs, and snout, which were black. Her tail was extremely short, almost bobcat-like. Sturdy claws clicked as I showed The Presence what I wanted her to walk like. Her casual yet powerful gait seemed to impress The Presence.
She sighed and let go of my hand. “Clever choice.” I smiled at the praise. The Presence laid her hand on my shoulder, her eyes closed. Iciness pulsed throughout my body with the beat of my heart. A flash of heat promptly followed the cold. My eyes watered. I closed them furiously. I held back a scream and made myself not pull away from The Presence. She sighed and let her hand fall. To my relief the heat subdued itself, residing only in my spine.
“Try it out,” The Presence commanded. “Enjoy it. When the need arises, I will call.” I expected her to disappear with a flash or some smoke or something. Instead she simply ceased to exist. One second she was there, the next she was gone.
I must admit it was hard being a child who could change into a menacing dog at any moment. I almost exploded one time when my second grade teacher scolded me for something I didn’t do. Since then I’ve learned to control my urges to spring forward, fang loaded. It was ten years, my seventeenth birthday, until The Presence called on me again. That’s when my life really picked up.

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