She had had this dream dozens of times before, her memories as a child, standing in a vast field of many different colored flowers. The sun overhead was bright, but the light provided no warmth- an artificial sun. There was always other children, but none of them had faces, and all of their voices were garbled or far away, all except for one. She was a small girl, with light skin and white hair that came down to her shoulders. She was the only one who had a face, but no voice at all. When she spoke, only her lips would move, she would produce no noise at all. She would always offer a gentle smile and an extended hand, and when Akihime took her hand, the scene would change.
Blood splattered across the flowers across her feet, a ringing gradually growing louder and louder in her ears. She was still holding the girls hand, only now, she was face down on the ground, her white gown stained with blood from the large wound in her back. She was still, only her hair moving slightly as the flowers shifted from the artificial breeze, smelling faintly of chemicals. Looming figures had surrounded her, all of them monsters, large shadowy beings who said nothing, and only laughed and growled as they closed in on her with their sharp teeth and claws, then, she would wake up.
Blood splattered across the flowers across her feet, a ringing gradually growing louder and louder in her ears. She was still holding the girls hand, only now, she was face down on the ground, her white gown stained with blood from the large wound in her back. She was still, only her hair moving slightly as the flowers shifted from the artificial breeze, smelling faintly of chemicals. Looming figures had surrounded her, all of them monsters, large shadowy beings who said nothing, and only laughed and growled as they closed in on her with their sharp teeth and claws, then, she would wake up.