Warming, bright and gentle, pale skin glowed against dark sheets as a pair of healthy, thin lips parted and let out a grumble.  A thick, warm pillow was pulled over a shock of short cut brown hair and a high tipped ear as the tall woman curled tighter into her comforting water bed.  She gave a deep breath, drifting back into the realm of dreams as the sun moved to illuminate a trim figure under thin sheets.  A slight snore did not last long as a sharp ringing noise snapped a pair of sharp green eyes open.

An alarm clock was hurled against the wall in anger before the woman looked down, noting the differences in her body.  No deep scars across the breast.  Actual breasts, and hips, if she could maneuver her head around the masses of fat and glandular tissue to look.  "That's not right."  The woman rolled out of bed, pulling a tee shirt off her nightstand to cover her naked torso before walking to the edge of the room, her footing unbalanced, as though not used to the height and width of her hips giving a lower center of balance.

"This isn't my apartment.  My voice is the same but..."  As she came into view of a full length mirror, she was rendered speechless.  "That's not me."

This was how one Thorn Ironhart had always thought she'd look if the last twenty years hadn't kept her from growing up, in a quite literal sense.  She couldn't feel the familiar ache of her flashlight, or hear the beep of her blood sugar alarm,  And as she pulled her hair back and leaned forward, she could see it wasn't there.  A habitual check of her datapad found only a tattoo on the inside of her wrist, of a rose.  Raking a thumb nail across her skin brought pain.

"The last twenty years..."  Her voice was still small, scratchy.  Possibly the only thing that was right.  "All a dream...  But it... It can't have been!"

"Hon?"  A voice asked, a very human woman leaning in to the room.  "Are you okay?"

"No!  I'm not okay!  I mean... I might be, but..."

"Oh, sweetie, did you have that nightmare again?"  The woman referring to her by such names was still taller, perhaps six feet to Thorn's five and ten.  Thorn could see that as the blonde moved in for a hug, kissing her cheek before flashing a venomous grin.  "None of it was real.  You were never a slave, except to me.  And even then..."

Thorn glared, pushed the woman back.  "I will never be a slave."

"I meant for the bedroom."  The other's lithe body took a more flippant posture, cocking a hip and producing a small square of plastic.  "But you clearly want to prove me wrong."  And her thumb brushed a discolored chit across the surface.  Instantly, Thorn's muscles locked in agony, her skin igniting as though fire burned under the surface.  An icy sensation filled her sinuses and the taste of lightning on her tongue.  She could see the new body flaking, burning away, sunlight turning red as the fire consumed muscle and fat alike, leaving Thorn in her familiar scarred, helplessly tiny body, before dropping her roughly.

"This could have been perfect.  Alas."  The blonde's skin took on an etherial glow, like skin burning away to scales, grin splitting to reveal a face she knew all too well.  "All you had to do was admit it wasn't real."

"You..."  Skin was still fire, muscles refused to respond, and her eyes were still readjusting, watching the walls pilse and melt away, the roof folding back to reveal unfamiliar stars, and a familiar hull not too far away.  "Can't be here."

"You shouldn't run, little thorn.  You're too busy for that."  Again, an inhuman thumb brushed the control, and a tiny body convulsed as her senses went into overdrive, crushing her senses with a piercing scream.

A knight in armor sits depressed looking, unseen by the one's trapped in the Hallowed Realm, every scream, every cry, hurts him more and more. Though he is unaffected by the realm himself. Two of the captured mortals he has taken interest too. Eden Walker of Suns and Rose sits, his blade sheathed ready to escort any and all that are freed from the clutches of this realm out. A bonfire burns low near to him, this place is cold and deranged, no holy fires burn bright here.. "God's help you all.."

Verona looked at Thorn, and then back to the HUD of her Arbiter, they fly in a peacful way, the engine of the Eon thrumming happily. Verona leans towards thorn and kisses her deeply, but something is wrong, she feels cool, "Eon, turn up atmospheric conditions in cockpit warmer."
"%#%÷_$**#<^#&<#&^^: $:^&&#&^#<&@*"
"Eon?"
"%×%/@^Go, to hell..."
"Warning Main Reactors exceeding safe temperatures!"
"EON!!"

Suddenly her capsule ejects, thorn is suddenly in the ship, out of the capsule, Verona begins breathing heavily "LISA!!" A large slavery ship suddenly jumps in, thorn begins crying, she's afraid.. "LIIISSAAA!!"
"No.. this isn't real, none of it.. the Eon suddenly turns its guns onto the capsule. "This.. isn't real.. I refuse.." A cold voice echoes back. "It's only as real as you belive it is.. Verona."
"LISA!!"

Eden winced as the Leverian screamed, it tore him apart inside. "Who ever you are, who ever rules this tormenting land, I will find you, and kill you.." He drew his sword, it's pink tint highlighted by the weak fire. "I Eden Walker of Suns and Rose, shall tear this realm apart.."

Eden noticed another arrival in the realm, Eden could only listen to the crying of this new arrival. She was sad, for some reason, he couldn't put his finger on it. He lowered his hand over his dying fire, he grabbed the sword impaled into the ashes, it singed his hand but the fire grew. "This horrid place.."

Another scream, Eden winced, "ENOUGH!" he gripped the hilt fiercely, the fire lit up the realm, he was surrounded by a ruined castle, it illuminated the weathered walls, and the spheres of the dreams. "NO! I REFUSE TO LET YOU CONTROL ME!" Eden stood up, he drew his sword and walked over to a sphere, he put his hand on the dark sphere,"don't worry child, I'll get you out of there.." a door way of fog soon appeared, the door into her dream, Eden popped his neck and walked in. Before he could enter though, a voice echoed out to him, it was Jeremiah. Eden turned around quickly to see his brother standing before him.

"Eden, my brother, do not enter the door.."
"Your not my brother, he wouldn't tell me not to help.."
"Eden.."

"....Something was...weird..." Quareen thought to herself while being in the middle of a Huge Crowd all with basically a sack as clothing and Chains around their ankles....this scenario was way too familiar to her, but as she wanted to Go search for some rest...she couldn't move her feet, it made her feel something she didn't feel in a very long while but something she still knows well...she felt Fear, fear of looking down and seeing herself in a Sack and a Ball and Chain around her ankle...wich was exactly what it was as Quareens Cyan eyes grew wide eyed and she Shouted desperatly "No...NO I HAVE THIS BEHIND ME I'M NOT BACK IN THE FIELDS I DON'T BELIE-" She was interrupted by a Strong Shock going throughout her body letting her roast for a good few seconds, "W-wha?" Quareen panted Exhausted from the shocks only to be responded to by a "SILENCE YOU SLAVE" And a Crack of the Whip soon after...She really didn't want to Believe that she was back in the Fields, It just Couldn't be

The ordriey was in a city playing around with other people, teasing them and terrorizing them all just for fun out in a courtyard. Then he pulled out an instrument, a violin which he began to play and dance and sing one of his most favorite songs he would do for his parents. It was a happy moment for him.

Danihg sang, "I roll out of bed, look in the mirror and see who I am. Today is my birthday but it may be the last day of my life but I will cherish my life for an eternity. The heart is immortal. Love never dies. I will not stay young forever as will no one else ever will. Look into your eye and think who you want to be before you die! Who do you want to be before you die! Look into your eye! Who do you want everyone to know who you are!?" He was beside his wife Kahlana who had naturally white hair and feminine horns and long pointed ears. The longer Danihg continued the more it didn't feel right then he paused for only a moment and whispered, "You were in my past." Then the continuation and the realization twisted what he saw and the feel of dread came upon him.

The ordriey had continued to sing, dance and play on but it was all so suddenly disrupted by horrific supernatural wolf howls. Then there was screaming and people running in fear and terror. Looking at himself he was littler and realised he was back to being his 8 years old self once more and fear gripped his heart as a large blue werewolf came leaping into the crowds and tearing people and everything apart.

Blood sprayed and seeped into the ground before him and his parents ran to his side screaming at him to run, "Run Danihg! Run before they get you!" Danihg only had felt he couldn't move, paralyzed and was frozen into place as he watched the blue lycanthrope bound in towards them growling and snarling. His mother and father both screamed and cried out as they were ripped to shreds from limb to limb they were worn apart more blood gushing and splattering about. It was a repeat of his childhood memory. "No! NOO! NO!", he grabbed his hair, pulling at it furiously.

After all that the monstrous beast turned around and picked him up by the scruff of his neck and shoved into a large burlap sack. He squirmed and fought only to be released into a cage. He was held down with a collar, chains and shackles put on him, then the muzzle, "NOOoo not again.... not again.. not again.. THIS IS MY PAST! THIS IS NOT REAL!" He slammed himself against the men which threw cold water on him putting him in shock. The ordriey felt himself dragged along the ground and thrown into a pit. "GET TO WORK!" 

The thought came to him, "The mines..." He found himself reaching for the work tools but he refused to believe this, that any of this was actually real. The refusal led to himself showing his real self which he felt the pain all over his body which was normal for the ordriey that it was just scary to not feel pain, "This is going to end!" He spread out his massive wings, flapping them with all his strength. Danihg shot up into the air out of the pit he was thrown into with tears streaming down his cheeks. Then he found himself falling to the ground with a loud and painful thud crying out, "NO! NO! NO!" The fear caused his hair and skin to turn to a ghostly pale white.