Strange dreams last night... especially strange since they both stayed with me so strongly when I woke up
I am a Faire-Child, a human born too close to the border of the Magic realms, raised by the inhabitants of the Border, a place half way between the Magic and the normal human world, invisible humans and shunned by the peoples of the Magic. I am tall, slender, and young, with silver hair that hangs half way down the back of my neck, and slightly pointed ears. My eyes are silver gray, with flecks of blue. I am male, but very effeminate.
I spend my days wandering the border between the Human worlds and the Border, along with a few other outcasts from the Magic, but no other humans. I have only ever seen Humans through the Border, only ever been able to watch them from a half phased out form of reality which is the very edge of the Border. Which, for some reason, runs right through the middle of London, along the river.
Today, I am wandering the edges of the Border with Frog/Toad, an outcast/criminal among the Magic. He is tall and slender, a sort of humanized tree frog, with skin that is sometimes green, sometimes pale, sometimes both. His smile is very broad, like a frog's mouth, and his eyes are higher up on his head than is "normal". He dresses in very patched together clothes, sort of Victorian England style beggar/vagabond. I like Frog/Toad, he's one of my best friends in the Border, and we spend allot of time together.
Today we are down at the docks which are the very edge of the Border, sitting on the edge, watching the water trains (a strange sort of floating mass transport that runs on rails that float on the water) go by, and the boats sail up and down the channel. Frog/Toad is telling me stories of how the docks used to be when the Magic extended this far, and how the water trains are really Magic, but the Humans think they are technology. Suddenly he screams, and knocks me back away from the edge of the dock. I had been dangling my legs over the edge, and a boat was approaching. I watch in almost a sort of shocked horror as the boat rubs up against the side of the dock where my legs had just been.
Toad/Frog leads me away from the docks, lecturing me on never dangling my legs over the side ever again, about how dangerous it is.
"Something like that happened to you, didn't it?" I ask. Frog/Toad looks at me and starts to explain, but he breaks down into tears before he can explain. I reach over and wrap my arms around him, holding him, letting him cry.
And then I know, without him answering, exactly what happened. I see the crushed ankle, the bloody ruin of a foot, and Frog/Toad trying to drag himself away from the docks. A Human had seen him when it had happened - somehow in that brief moment he had crossed the Border into the Human world, and been Seen. And that's why he's a criminal, because he was Seen. They had healed his foot, saving his life (for one of his kind cant live crippled), but it meant that every night he was imprisoned, and every day he was condemned to the Border.
And as I am standing there holding Frog/Toad, running my hands soothingly across the thinning, course brown hair, streaked with gray strands, I understand something I had not understood before. I love Frog/Toad, more than anyone else in the Border, more than anyone I know. And I would do anything to keep him from being taken to the Holding Place every night like they do.
But they came for him, like they do every night, just as the sun sets, and led him away in cuffs of silver that burn the flesh of any Magic, to the Holding Place.
And I woke, knowing I had to do something to save Frog/Toad, and remembering the strange feeling of holding him and loving him. It was very strange. My second dream was simply about waking up and finding that my bed had been moved back to its old spot in my room while I was alseep, and not being able to get back to sleep until I had moved it back. Yet as I moved each peice of my bed, it slowly decayed into less and less defined things, eventually until it was nothing more than a hutch and two sacks of stuffing, which I couldn't get in the right places. And then I realized I wasnt in my room any longer, but in a nearly empty hotel room with white carpet and white walls.
I was VERY glad to wake up from that dream.
I am a Faire-Child, a human born too close to the border of the Magic realms, raised by the inhabitants of the Border, a place half way between the Magic and the normal human world, invisible humans and shunned by the peoples of the Magic. I am tall, slender, and young, with silver hair that hangs half way down the back of my neck, and slightly pointed ears. My eyes are silver gray, with flecks of blue. I am male, but very effeminate.
I spend my days wandering the border between the Human worlds and the Border, along with a few other outcasts from the Magic, but no other humans. I have only ever seen Humans through the Border, only ever been able to watch them from a half phased out form of reality which is the very edge of the Border. Which, for some reason, runs right through the middle of London, along the river.
Today, I am wandering the edges of the Border with Frog/Toad, an outcast/criminal among the Magic. He is tall and slender, a sort of humanized tree frog, with skin that is sometimes green, sometimes pale, sometimes both. His smile is very broad, like a frog's mouth, and his eyes are higher up on his head than is "normal". He dresses in very patched together clothes, sort of Victorian England style beggar/vagabond. I like Frog/Toad, he's one of my best friends in the Border, and we spend allot of time together.
Today we are down at the docks which are the very edge of the Border, sitting on the edge, watching the water trains (a strange sort of floating mass transport that runs on rails that float on the water) go by, and the boats sail up and down the channel. Frog/Toad is telling me stories of how the docks used to be when the Magic extended this far, and how the water trains are really Magic, but the Humans think they are technology. Suddenly he screams, and knocks me back away from the edge of the dock. I had been dangling my legs over the edge, and a boat was approaching. I watch in almost a sort of shocked horror as the boat rubs up against the side of the dock where my legs had just been.
Toad/Frog leads me away from the docks, lecturing me on never dangling my legs over the side ever again, about how dangerous it is.
"Something like that happened to you, didn't it?" I ask. Frog/Toad looks at me and starts to explain, but he breaks down into tears before he can explain. I reach over and wrap my arms around him, holding him, letting him cry.
And then I know, without him answering, exactly what happened. I see the crushed ankle, the bloody ruin of a foot, and Frog/Toad trying to drag himself away from the docks. A Human had seen him when it had happened - somehow in that brief moment he had crossed the Border into the Human world, and been Seen. And that's why he's a criminal, because he was Seen. They had healed his foot, saving his life (for one of his kind cant live crippled), but it meant that every night he was imprisoned, and every day he was condemned to the Border.
And as I am standing there holding Frog/Toad, running my hands soothingly across the thinning, course brown hair, streaked with gray strands, I understand something I had not understood before. I love Frog/Toad, more than anyone else in the Border, more than anyone I know. And I would do anything to keep him from being taken to the Holding Place every night like they do.
But they came for him, like they do every night, just as the sun sets, and led him away in cuffs of silver that burn the flesh of any Magic, to the Holding Place.
And I woke, knowing I had to do something to save Frog/Toad, and remembering the strange feeling of holding him and loving him. It was very strange. My second dream was simply about waking up and finding that my bed had been moved back to its old spot in my room while I was alseep, and not being able to get back to sleep until I had moved it back. Yet as I moved each peice of my bed, it slowly decayed into less and less defined things, eventually until it was nothing more than a hutch and two sacks of stuffing, which I couldn't get in the right places. And then I realized I wasnt in my room any longer, but in a nearly empty hotel room with white carpet and white walls.
I was VERY glad to wake up from that dream.
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