Last Night's Dream Part 1

Pale moonlight glittered in through the window of little Amy Lendakki's brick colored house. The house was quite small, but not too big, just right for a little girl like Amy. She knew how to do household chores to keep the house spick and span. Amy was short for a 15 year old, but nobody underestimated her. She had been emancipated a little earlier than most, but this was because she was so bright. Her auburn hair and crystal blue eyes made her who she was.

One night on a full moon Amy would have peculiar dreams, about beautiful horses with horns, called unicorns. She loved it when she had dreams like these, because it seemed much more fun to frolic with the beautiful horses than work at her smelly cubicle. Amy had a job that required a lot of brains, and someone who could type 120 words per a minute. Her days at work were dull and rather boring.

These wonderful dreams were like her escape, or her private oasis. Some nights she'd go with them to mountains made of candy, and somenights places so dark she couldn't make out anything. Amy hadn't known these unicorns could speak, and when they did it was the strangest dream she'd ever had.

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Her day at worked seemed particularly longer than most and she was looking forward to a nights sleep, where she'd visit the beautiful unicorns. Amy wondered why they acted as if they knew what she was saying, but yet they couldn't speak. It was my dream wasn't it? She thought. Why don't they speak? With a stifled yawn Amy pulled her covers up, letting the warmth take her to her dreamworld.

She opened her eyes to a vividly bright sky, and fertile meadows. There were traces of the unicorns, but there weren't any in sight. An icy chill went down Amy's back as, she searched the areas that were often crowded with unicorns. She was about to shut her eyes to wake in reality, but then she heard a neigh edged with pain. Amy's instincts sent her running straight toward the unicorn that was in horrible pain.

Panting with fear she looked around for it, and looked down on the ground. When she thought she would never find her, she spotted a lime green unicorn with a crystal pink horn. Amy instantly recognized the unicorn as Lya.

"Lya? What's wrong." Amy asked still panicky. She didn't expect an answer either.

"You've been put on the list," Lya coughed, and closed her eyes for a few seconds for she was covered in her blood.

"Lya! Don't give up on me!" Amy shouted, and went to get something to wrap the unicorns wound. Ginger leaves, Amy repeated in her head. Ginger leaves were what the unicorns used if she had gotten a wound on accident.

She found them easily, and once she had enough she sprinted toward Lya.

"Lya, don't go to sleep, please don't." She whispered in the young unicorns ear. Lya tensed as the juices from the ginger leaves hit her wound. Once the cleaning part of the medicine ended, Amy could see Lya relaxing. Her wound closed up too.

Amy wiped her forehead, which had been drizzling with sweat. Lya was safe, for now.