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TW, decapacitation 

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The dream began with me falling. It's the same dream I had last year, and the year before that. A dream that only dares to appear the week of my birthday. Too scared to ask its meaning, I've kept them quiet. Treason, according to law thirty-three. All activity must be monitored. And since I'm the Master's son, I was supposed to record this information three years ago, when I was fifteen. But now, it's too late.

How the dream begins, I don't know. All I know is that suddenly from the darkness a wave of fire appears. Soon the buildings start taking place. I see the main plaza, a fountain in the middle. Above us, the stars are covered by the smoke. People are running then, tripping over each other as roars echo through the night. Roars so powerful that they made the plaza rumble.

I'm three. That much I know. My hands are chubby and as I look down, they are covered in blood. I'm screaming for someone. A man's name. Tears pour down my eyes as I turn and run and turn, pushing people aside, and them pushing me. I scream for him, but I hear nothing other than the screams of the people. Children yell for their mothers, and somewhere in the background, I hear a large boom. When I turn, a building is collapsing. The tree that had been its tether, instantly starts to burn. Behind me men are yelling for the Sirens. For they can't seem to find any.

They have all died, that I know from my history books. The Sirens of the Northern Kingdom. They were all destroyed when the South attacked them.

Tears stream my cheeks as my fingers tighten around the stuffed animal in my hands.

I yell out his name again, but nothing.

This is where the dream left off the first time. I woke to a bead of sweat, tasting smoke. I remember my father asking me what had happened, only for me to respond with, I don't know.

But that next year, I dreamed this same dream again. I was four, buildings were collapsing before me. Fire was consuming the buildings. People were yelling for their family members. For help. And me, I was standing in that same spot as I yelled his name.

When suddenly someone picked me up from behind. I trashed and trashed, trying to escape their embrace. But too soon, as we left the fire behind, the person's voice became audible.

"Be quiet my love, it's me." The voice instantly calmed my nerves. But that didn't last for long. Just as I turned to hug her, to cry. An arrow was shot through her chest. I didn't scream, I just stood there, looking at her. Her eyes widened as she looked behind me.

"Mommy?" the faint whisper came out of my lips, but she was already gone.

And that's when the second dream stopped. That day I woke up to my heart feeling like it had been ripped away. The whole day I had gone about my business feeling depressed. And when my father asked what was wrong, I simply responded with, my stomach doesn't feel well.

But tonight, it's different. I'm watching all the events happening. I'm no longer screaming. I'm watching it with no emotion. And when I yell out his name. He does appear. He appears from a building that had recently fallen. Full armor. Something else that's different? I'm eighteen. I'm me as I am right now. I'm no longer holding a stuffed animal. I'm holding a sword. I no longer hear screams. They all stand watching me as their world collapses to the ground. Not once blinking.

"Olcay, it's time to return home."

I watch as the people around me kneel.

"It's time to take back what's yours."

I repeat his name, and he smiles. Behind him, buildings crumble into the ground. An army in red starts walking forward, killing whomever they see. I try to warn him, but all he says is, "do what we couldn't do."

I watch as the man in the front, the man holding a banner with his house on it, keeps advancing. Two giant tigers walking beside him, tearing into whomever skin is nearest.

"Olcay," the man before me repeats, and when I look up, he's looking right at me, his eyes so similar. "Wake up." I knit my eyebrows. "Wake up!"

And just as he finishes saying that, his head falls into my hands.

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So, I really do not know where this story was going to go, or how it even happened. But it is interesting because of the decapitation. I don't think I've written any decapitation in any of my other works. What did you think about it?