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Hi guys. Below is a prophetic dream sequence from a novel I'm co-writing with my sister, called Reprisal. I need to make this less coherent and more... weird. Any suggestions are welcome (both with regards to grammar/lexical choices and how to make this more frantic and hard to decipher - but not too ridiculous). Oh, and the change in tenses is deliberate, but I'm wondering if that's a good idea/should make the slips more obvious.
Thanks in advance
- Jai
Thanks in advance
- Jai
Character Cast (for those that may get confused
Andonis - heir to the throne
Gulford - Andonis' surrogate father, King of Azuryl
Bane - General of the Azuryl army
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It was dark. The only type of dark that was achieved by staring at the insides of your eyelids. It was like this for a while, this state of being unconscious and aware, but knowing that this condition wasn’t right. Slowly a noise becomes sharper. A ding. . . ding. . . ding . . became louder and louder until the noise reverberated within the prince's ears and sent spikes of pain through the mindlink. A sudden light flooded the area and stars burst behind his eyes, leaving odd black spots in his vision.
There was a mad rush as a person controlled the body Andonis was lurking in, and threw on clothes. The heir watched lackadaisically, resident inexplicably in a corner of the man's mind. The body of the man strapped on it’s boots and the belt from which hung a sword. Chain mail and gauntlets flew on, and then the body was out the door, running down corridors. Colours bled into each other, mingling into a kaleidoscope of patterns and swirls.
Men, women and children were everywhere. Soldiers were battling to keep order. There was smoke, and Andonis smelt it second hand through the body. The prince began to recognize the surrounding area as the courtroom before the royal section of the chamber. The walls started to melt and warp, dripping onto the floor forming luminescent pools.
Snippets of conversation wound their way to Andonis' ears in a tirade of whispers that soon grew to shouts, "Invasion of the Cruciots...", "All the sentries dead by arrow wounds - ", "no army, no, I don't know how many, but it can't be an army", "... can't find them", " - don't know where they are", "the King! They're after the King!" The prince writhed with helplessness within the black space of the man's mind, pinching himself to wake up from this awful dream.
The man Andonis was riding in continued running, nearly doubling his pace as if the Dark Ones were chasing him. Soon he reached the royal chamber. The king’s royal chamber guards were sprawled around the sitting room, all in various states of death. There was blood all over the carpeted floor, splatters on the white walls and mahogany furniture. It was clear that someone had dispatched the guards quickly before continuing to their real goal. Beyond the sitting room was a set of closed double-doors. The king's royal bedchamber. Andonis' vision swam with tears, he did not want to know what scene lay in that room.
Suddenly free from the heavy blackness that silenced his emotions, Andonis fell out of the man's body who belonged to John Bane and became a solid image that cast no shadow on the wet carpet. The prince shook his head sporadically as tears ran down his face and screamed with no voice that echoed through the veils of time and space, "Father! No!"
The General Bane's eyes widened as he heard the young warrior through some sort of subconscious wavelength. He turned and walked up to Andonis. Instinctively his arm shot out and struggled to get a hold of the boy's insubstantial shoulder. Gripping the slippery ethereal being tightly, Bane tugs the prince back from the door and pressing him harshly against the stone wall spoke though he did not open his mouth, "Leave, Andonis. Leave now!"
The prince babbled inconsistencies, shimmering in and out of reality, denial quavering his voice, "I can't leave him. He might die, he might die!"
General Bane's eyes went soft for a moment, all his life's hardness disappearing as he laid a hand on the shoulder of the new monarch of Azuryl and met Andonis's eyes, "You're not really here, my King." And Andonis felt a jerk at his navel and he was tugged backwards into suffocating blackness.
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Edited with PinkShears suggestions (11/09), and Actawesome suggestions (12/09) and my own improvements (11/09, 12/09).
