# A09 に恋して永遠夜明け VOL. 3

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**Published on:** 2022-03-17
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A09 IN LOVE WITH THE ETERNAL DAWN A09 に恋して永遠夜明け DURING THE EON OF RAGE She approached us, garbed in animal fur sequestered around her body. Her emerald green eyes had a fiery pulse behind it as if she was trying to burn me with them. On her hand was a makeshift crossbow that seemed too impressive for the almost primitive materials used to make it. A fire that softened when her eyes moved to Constance. It was instant, not slow. I gripped my blade tight, wincing from the wound on my back. The blood dripped slowly down my clothes. The emerald-eyed lady noticed this and approached closer. She seemingly had no fear of me. And the closer she got, the more I felt she wasn't a threat. "She's getting closer," Constance whispered. "I don't think she means any harm." I replied. When she had gotten almost next to me, she looked at my wound and in her eyes, I could see a hint of concern. It was then I noticed that her lips had a grainy, almost wooden texture as if it was made of tree bark and not skin. But that can't be right? The woman then beckoned us to follow her as she walked into the forest. I looked at Constance who had the eyes of a curiously bewildered child. I didn't share her sentiment, but what can I do? We followed her. Constance had lent me part of her shoulder as support as we walked disappearing into the green of the forest. And the farther along we got, the more of the green eyed people started appearing. Almost out of nowhere, as if they were coming out of the trees themselves. At first, I thought it was an inquisitive nature of theirs but then I realized they were really only curious about Constance. Looking at her with their emerald eyes, with a sense of awe that I couldn't quite fathom. They walked beside us and almost as if taking turns, would disappear into the trees and let others come in their place. They shifted into the forest like ghosts, silent and unnoticed. It bore the mark of ones who have lived in the forest long enough to know all of its rhythms. None of them talked. "Don't you think it's a bit weird how they're looking at me?" Constance whispered to me in hush tones. I nodded in response. There was a peculiarity to it all. An offbeat pulse hidden in a diurnal symphony. Where will this song lead? Only the ones leading us would know. It felt like an eternity of walking. With every step, I felt the wound on my back hurting more and more. It is at these moments I am thankful that I wasn't created by a flawed creator. The lady leading us looked back at us and pointed towards our eyes, trying to motion for us to close them. Me and Constance looked at each other confused but we have gone too far not to see this through. And so we closed our eyes. And when we heard the sounds of birds get louder and louder, we opened our eyes. Nothing would have prepared us for what we saw. It was as if we were transported to a whole other world, to a village with architecture I have never seen in my life. Nor dared to ever imagine. There were huge cauliflowers sprouting from the ground where the grass shimmered to the point they were emerald in color. They were carved into and made as homes with their own windows. The pathways that divided the village were populated by green roses that vibrated as you got closer, clearing for you. And in the middle of the village was this huge pulsating mushroom that was shifting between the colors of the rainbow. It was like we were in a dream, but the contents were way too specific for it to have been one. Everything just felt too real. "This is-" Constance gasped as she looked up. We both noticed the sky was a deluge of bright colors intersecting against each other in waves. It looked like a painting that was alive, moving constantly. Constance's head snapped towards me, concern in her eyes, "Where are we?" Before I could answer, I noticed our guide was right next to us. She stared at us waiting to be noticed. And when she was, she pointed to the northernmost part of the village. And that's when we heard it. The silent hum of a song. A song being sung. The first words we heard from these strange people. We walked towards the source and as we got closer, the lyrics got louder. Oh my, oh my, do you see the light The eternal dawn that lives in the sky And the stars that shine, shall open the divide That will swallow us whole, and watch us die We are just, little dust, scattered through the air She was singing to a group of children, all emerald-eyed and all quiet. They looked at her smiling, all attentive. It was then that she noticed us, and the look in her face as she saw us was one of confusion. And then slowly her face dropped and a shock overcame her. "Who? Who? Who comes to the dream? You walk in the path of few, traveler." She stood and now we can fully see what she looked. Her eyes weren't green, but a cool auburn. Her hair was a weathered red, aged like wine. She was wearing the regalia of a kingdom I couldn't recognize. On the red crest was a black horse with a purple halo above its head. It was strange. All of it was strange. She leaned towards us, eyeing us up and down. "Two strangers awake in the dream. Is it weakened like so that this is possible?" "What are you talking about? Who are you?" Constance asked. "Oh sweet child, you are a dreamer, yes? Although not quite human. Strange. Strange indeed." She looked towards the children, "Go on, now. There will be more later, my children." They all nodded at her and slowly dispersed. Once they had all left, the strange lady returned her attention to us, specifically me. "You have a wound, dear?" She approached me, going around me to get a better look at my wound. "Oh, a nasty wound. Would kill one weaker than you. Me, perhaps." She chuckled. She returned in front of me, "Does it hurt?" I nodded. She looked at her hands and as if by sheer will, a green ball of energy started to form on it and then she guided it towards my wound. A tingling sensation started to take over my body. It was as if a bucket of ice was slowly being poured over my wound. And as quick as it started, it was over. I felt through where my wound was with my hands, and there was nothing there. My wound had healed instantly. "Thank you." "Ah, don't thank me, dreamwalker. Thank your form, and thank the dream." "The dream?" Constance asked, curiosity overcoming her tone. "Why do you keep saying that? How could we be in a dream?" To this, the strange lady smiled. "You have the gift and yet you understand very little of it. Here-" She reached into her pocket and out came a lily, "take this." Constance took it into her hands. "Now, make it a rose." "A rose? How do I do that?" "You are in a dream, child. Like in all dreams, there is no how only being." Constance focused on the lily, and slowly but surely, the flower was changing but not into a rose. Something much more. It was changing into a small winged creature with bright white eyes, a translucent energy swirled around it. And as it looked upon Constance, its eyes went big in surprise and it opened its mouth… And gave a big, hearty yawn. The strange lady clapped and chuckled, and Constance could barely hold her excitement as the creature flapped around on her hand. As the laughs grew louder and louder, I thought about what had happened. This strange place that we were in. These strange people. If we had come here without knowing how. If this was a dream… Then how do we wake up? PREVIOUS VOLUME PREVIOUS VOLUME NEXT VOLUME NEXT VOLUME STARRING A09 #556 as Star (Narrator) A09 #214 as Constance

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