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Dream 1- I am laying down on a bed and it is dimly lit with just a single lamp on the right side. While laying on this bed I become lucid. I don't get up off the bed but I sit up. I then say that I want a man with a gun to come attack me and the door that I'm facing opens up and a man pokes his head in. I reach into my pocket expecting to feel a gun but it's empty. I panic and wake myself up.

Dream 2- I am in an amusement park and I am trying to get on this red train but it's unstable and I keep flipping off and when I almost make it on the person driving it starts moving and I start to trip. When I finally do get on the train I become lucid and the first thing I do is wake myself up. For what reason I don't know.

Dream 3- I'm in an amusement park on a spooky ride which goes slow but it's supposed to be scary. If I look behind us there's is someone on a wagon cart trying to catch up to us which I beleive to have been snoopy.

The first time I have ever been lucid twice in one night (besides my first Deild) and all I did was waste it for whatever reason.

This is a medium length non-lucid dream, from which I remember little things but suffecient enough to log it.

So we left for an unknown/unremembered destination and had fun inside the school bus, don't remember what we did, but I remember kind of what was going on. We arrive at some building which was simillar to the campsite's buildings and we start to unpack our stuff. I find somewhere I don't remember a little chocolate and I keep it. For no obvious reason, as we unpacked and through the whole dream, my dad was in the corner of the street with his car watching.

So they have our stuff in a truck like vechicle on the back side, and we gather them. Suddenly, I remember I've forgotten some stuff on the truck and was afraid it left but it was there. Went to take my stuff but found other stuff that was supposingly mine but didn't remember bringing them, like food (croissants, chips etc) and I had forgotten to take clothes. Another kid near there had forgotten to take clothes and we joked about it.

So as I have kind of arranged my stuff and I'm eating a creme and praline croissant I just opened (it was delicious I can tell you, one of the things I do remember from dreams is taste), there comes a friend of mine but not from the campsite environment, from my school. He tells me "dude, your sister (which was with me in the excursion) just went for sleep! She sleeps so deep, I have never seen her so exhausted! (he has never seen her anyway)" And I tell him ok,whatever.

And somewhere at this point I wake up. The thing that pissed me off is that I woke up in SP and I wasn't aware of it, but stayed still, and thoughts were coming in my mind like "if you keep standing still, you will never be able to move again" and my body felt weird so I jumped up and when I understood what has just happened, I was like "fuck you organism, with your center of fear! You aint fooling me again bitch!"

Anyways, stuff like that happens, but I felt like a total noob at this point!

3-2-08


Dream 2:

I don't remember how this dream started. I seem to pick up in the middle of it somewhere. I think I was lucid.

I am in a big city. I realize how beautiful the plaza area is. I walk out into it. There are fountains, and planters full of flowers and everything is made out of brick.

I think this was near a college because there are college students everywhere. I walk of to a group of girls and one wants to share some marijuana with me. I tell her, "No thank you."

I then walk over to a building not far from that group. It is at least five stories high and made of brick. I want to impress the college students. I know that I can fly, but instead I decide to scale the brick building.

I decide to make myself weightless and use my fingers to lift by body up. The bricks don't have much to grip, but since I am weighless, this isn't much of a problem. I climb the brick wall for a time.

The next thing I know I'm about four stories up, and suddenly facing outward. My feet are now holding up my body, which doesn't feel weightless at all.

I am amazed at how I went from being in control of my dream to feeling like I was truly and physically in this very precarious situation. I stood there for a long moment and felt my legs start to shake. I could feel the weight of my body. My fingers gripped the bricks to my side. I was afraid to even move.

But at the same time, I knew I couldn't get hurt. I knew that I should just be able to fly back down, and that I just needed to believe that I could do this. I briefly remembered that LD I had a long time ago where I was afraid to jump off a building because it felt too real and that even though I knew my real body wouldn't be harmed, I was still afraid of experiencing "dream pain".

I'm not sure what happened, but the next thing I remember is that I'm back down on the ground again feeling very relieved that I did it without any pain involved.

I'm in a house with my sister and we are almost hiding out. I can feel that there are very few life forces around. Maybe a few other families on a big, sandy colored suburban block of Las Vegas style, upper-middles class houses. There is a war/fight going on in the sky. It is night time. Out of the large living room windows I can see formations of flying fighter crafts deploying to some unknown mission. Are they on our side? I don't think so. I know it's not safe here and at any moment we could be attacked. It seems my sister is unaware of this or doing very well do ignore the threat. A man knocks on my door. He is a shorter brown man with black hair and a moustach. I think he's Indian. I immediatly and suspicious of him, and he invites me to a meetup a short distane from here at an abandoned Taco Bell. Here we will learn about the threat and current conditions. I don't believe him. He leaves and a short time later, his wife knocks on my door. She is brown like him and she has some thawed out bags of meat to give me; tilapia, shrimp and something else. I take them graciously even though I don't eat meat. I understand that food is sparse. She asks me how I am and I feel I must mention the meeting with her husband. She acts as though she doesn't know what I'm talking about but I can tell she does. I can see her husband watching us behind her through the door.

Dad and I are talking and at the foot of his bed is a huge scorpion. I fear it but he is just curious.



FRAGMENT:
I am in the school, at the end of the long hallway. I reach down and when my finger comes back there is blood on it.

A dormitory and some tarot cards. Anxiety is what I feel. It is dark, not night, but hazy and dull and dim. Maya is near/here. A large box filled with alcoholic bottles. Empty maybe. Trouble. In the end I am not fearful. I'm going on some sort of journey. Someone asks me if/to write goodbyes. A bicycle is lying down and I write my goodbyes. I think I write down names around the bicycle in chalk. I think Rick S is here, talking to me. I write to my mom; I love you more than the moon and the stars.

I am riding down a peaceful road in a school bus full of people. A narrator is telling us about lake monsters that they saw during a recent trip down here and they were taking us to see them. As the man is talking, the farther we go the darker it gets. We arrive at the lake and the buses pull to a stop. The drivers shine their lights at the lank and slowly pan them to the right. Their lights hit a group of trees and as soon as they do, visible was four tree-like creatures with eyes and mouths, arms, and feet jumping and flailing around slowly inching towards the bus. Everyone on the bus erupts in a panic and the buses take right before the four monsters take off the costumes. We are speeding down the road and then we roar down a hill, I got that funny feeling in my stomach that happens during roller coasters. We keep going down the road, heading downhill once more.

After a day at the fair, me and the band congregate on a beautiful cliff over-looking the ocean which was litt beautifully by the moonlight. It would of been incredibly relaxing had I not remembered this dream. As the band is talking I hear the water becoming agitated and I immidiately grab our drum major and run off to the side where the cliff circles a wall and a gap becomes clear. I get ready to jump it but stop just before because it was too large. I lose my footing and plummet towards the ocean and I know what monsters wait below. I then find myself struggling to escape the dreamworld. My window in RL becomes visible but the dream is still trying to take hold. I feel my bed start to shake me kicking It trying to awaken somebody so that they can come wake me. I finally manage to break free but unable to move as I am now in sleep paralysis for a few minutes until I finally regain control. (this was my first SP encounter)

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

A friend of mine invents a machine capable of extracting our "daemons" in the form of little tiny cute monsters. Each person has a different number of daemons with different forms and shapes. He also invents a kind of aquarium on a metallic pedestal with a controlled environment to keep the daemons, like fish on a fishtank. They can be taken out for playing, like pets, but people are warned that this is a dangerous game.
I pick some of my daemons in my hand and I choose one to play with. They make things happen, like materializing our fears, playing mind tricks, etc. This one makes insects and worms appear all over the ceiling and the walls. I recognize this as an old fobia but I am aware that it no longer affects me like before, so I feel tempted to play with all my daemons and face all of the unknown dark corners of my mind,

I was either traveling to China with my father, or already in China. I was in a store looking for a suitcase with a few dudes, then they were replaced by my crush, Jade. One of the suitcases had some glass compartments, and I thought, “they’d be perfect for storing food, even ice cream!”

I saw that my dad had tried to call me on my phone, but my phone didn’t have service anymore. I asked to borrow Jade’s phone, and when I started pressing buttons, the phone was beeping. Jade grabbed the phone from me, hurriedly putting the phone on silent so we wouldn’t be heard. I urged her to hurry up, as people started to gather in the room we were in; they made me uneasy. Some of those people were missing limbs, or were smeared with blood.


Just imagine the blood is a darker shade, closer to purple.

Suddenly all of the merchandise in the room was gone, and there was just a circle of chairs. One man sat in a chair and started sharing a zombie story. Jade got excited and wanted to join.

“Jade, don’t, we have to go.”

“Caenis, you have to do what I say!” Good to know she's demanding even in my dreams. Jade sat down next to the man sharing the story, and quickly began sharing her own zombie story.

I watched the crowd of bloodied and dazed people grow. Anxious, I abandoned Jade, making my way to the front of the store. The front of the store was dark, most of the lights had gone out. There weren’t any more humans, crowds of zombies passed me by. I peered in a room where a human corpse was sitting in a chair, with a severed zombie head on top of his. His head was crushed beneath the zombie head.

I found the exit and wandered the streets. Zombies and humans ran chaotically through the city. Zombie blood sprayed my right cheek. I wiped it off and decided that I wouldn’t turn into a zombie from coming in contact with the blood. I observed a few zombies get struck by lightning, and thought it fitting that even nature was trying to retaliate against the zombies.

I found a nice couple to travel with, and we walked to a Georgian city. We stopped in front of a large, elevated building. I looked up and muttered “No….” It was a train station. Though there were no zombies on the streets of Georgia, I knew zombies would pour out of that train station. People and zombies alike streamed out of the train station, and lightning struck the building causing an explosion.

My hand was torn or bitten off. Determined to not become a zombie, the couple and I suddenly appeared in a room. They amputated part of my arm in hopes that the zombie infection would not spread. “Cauterize the wound” the woman declared while stretching and cutting my skin. My skin was peach-colored and transparent.

28.07.2012

Clara, Cage Club & The Colossus (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID


I'm at the entrance to a club on my own, as my friends are already inside. I start talking to a girl in a queue and we go in together.

The club is huge, and 'decorated' with cage fences, chains and other metallic instruments; it's pretty cool and looks like something out of a post-apocalyptic movie.

I try to keep up with the girl I've just met while making our way through the crowd. She gets to the other side before me, and grabs a drink. She comes back towards me but stops at a pool table, where someone's setting up a game. She disrupts it by hitting a few balls aimlessly, before celebrating by singing Slipknot's Before I Forget into the pool cue. I watch, amused, and decide to approach her again.

We start talking and I learn her name is Clara, and it's going well until she tells me she feels ill. I ask if she's had too much to drink, but she hasn't, and I decide it must be from there being too many people in the club.

I escort her to the toilet, but not before she throws up on a few people. Everyone watches, assuming she's wasted and that I'm looking to score a drunk chick, but I find it quite amusing.

Contrary to the theme of the club, the toilets resemble large converted barns, and we explore various doors like excited children. We decide to leave, making our way through the now-empty club, my arm around her. We bump into her mum and baby brother, and walk home together.

While walking down hill along a road, I notice a colossus at the far end walking in our direction [I've been playing a bit of Age of Mythology recently] and the mum jokes that we won't have an easy time walking past it. I explain it's probably a bit more serious than that, and with that, the colossus begins to create a ball of energy in its hands.

I leap over a low wall to our left, urging the others to the same, and we sprint as fast as we can across a park. The colossus releases the ball of energy as a beam into some cars, obliterating them.

Running for our life, the other 3 overtake me, and all I can do is watch as the colossus gets them with a second beam of energy. I run to the mum first, who only has an injured foot.

Unfortunately, Clara isn't so lucky, and as I approach her, she turns over, revealing melted skin, deformed limbs and a lot of blood. [Such a nice dream took such a grim turn]

I run to a nearby public toilet for protection and to collect my thoughts. Once I've caught my breath, I venture out, sprinting to cover behind a low wall. The colossus is now a bus, operated by evil men who I overhear talking about destroying the whole area.

I make my final dash to an old mansion in the middle of the park, just as the doors are closing. I urgently bang on them, pleading for them to let me in, which they do. Just for the end of the dream I notice the skin of the men that let me in, peeling after a short exposure to the colossus' energy.

Last Nights Dream

I'm in a room, it's a Doctors surgery or something similar. I'm lying on the couch and the female Doctor comes over, she says "let's have a look at you then" she is looking at my face and has a magnifying glass, she is also holding some kind of surgical instrument. She pokes my eyelashes and I say "owwww!!" it felt very sore. She looks at the man who is with me ((I dont know who he is)) and she says "well...it's her eyelashes, there looking pretty sore!" she now looks at me and says "we will have to sedate you and pull them all out" I say "what!!" and she says "they need to come out..all of them!" I cry and scream saying "well you'll have to sedate me more than last time because last time I could feel it". I'm crying hysterically and I'm filled with fear about having this done. I say "I don't want you to do it....you don't have to!!!" I'm lying there pleading with her not to do it then I wake up.

Everyone has their own fears... well my greatest fear is the grudge. If i see her, i start to panic, breathe really fast, and start crying... yes I'm a little girl when it comes to the grudge but i try my best not to think of her. But i just remembered a dream fragment from THE DREAM MANSION, my house where i live in my dreams... i was having multiple dreams in that mansion. Well i remember walking around when i see her.. right front of me, right away i start to panic and i think okay just think of something different... focus... make her go away. And she disappeared, that was what scared me out of my sleep. I hope not to see her EVER AGAIN.

Foreward
I have only recently, started recording my dreams, thus far it has only been approximately three weeks. I immediately started recalling at least three dreams per night once I made the conscious choice to do so. I haven't practiced any lucidity techniques; though lucidity is, in part, my primary goal; I have found the process very rewarding and entertaining so far. My dreams are often fantastical or in settings that would seem oddly constructed, or vast and otherworldly, and I have found it odd that it would not be enough for me to realize I was dreaming. I am certain of a couple lucid dreams over the years, but if they truly were while I was aware I was dreaming I always acted them out; only once or twice making brief use of fact I was actually dreaming.

I believe this dream was in the first cycle of REM sleep as it was short and the time in the night would support this.

The Dream

I opened my eyes...
I was kneeling inside a dim room, in the far left corner facing forwards. The floors were wooden and there was a large rectangular mirror affixed to the wall in front of me, the mirror just off to my right hand side, it's base sitting roughly half way up the wall. I felt safe, familiar... yet not.
Still kneeling where I had came to, I looked in the dire the mirror and saw my father's reflection. He looked back at me, then it occurred to me I was alone in the room. It was a ghost staring back at me.
But then I realized my father was still alive this couldn't be, and that is when the feeling of panic washed over me.
Simultaneously it occurred to me I was dreaming, but the panic had set in and I could feel my body weakening and the world was growing dark around me. I had felt this feeling before... when I was only a child... I was about to pass out... my body began to fall forwards and the world grew darker still but I was now calm; I was going to hit the wall and there was nothing I could do.
I waited for the impact of my head against the wall, but it never came. Enshrouded and cradled by the darkness I had passed through the wall and awoken lying in my bed staring at the ceiling.

The ceiling above me was the stars, the universe, and I wanted to see it all.
My body started lifting off the bed, up into the ceiling of stars after which I willed myself fast through the cosmos. After, what was probably only a few seconds of travel I decided I wanted to go back to Earth; and experience this amazing feeling of lucidity there. I looked back towards Earth, it was nowhere to be seen; but I knew the direction and slowly my body turned around and started travelling back towards Earth.

This is when I truly awoke in reality, having glimpsed if only for a moment something extraordinary.

I was visiting weird planets with Yuya as I often do in a rather deep dream that had been going on for multiple hours.
Then this happened:

There it is, a feeling all too familiar that I have not experienced in a long time.
I am scared... so fucking scared.
Fortunately my body reacts on its own, powering up and thus protecting me from the overwhelming pressure off the aura that has just appeared.
I know this feeling all too well, even though it has been such a long time since I've last experienced it.

This is very unexpected.
I have lately gone out of my way to get into trouble, because there is nothing like the fear you experience during a fight where your opponent is actually strong enough to kill you.
But in such fights, it is more of a mixture of fear and excitement you are experiencing.
The feelings of a true fights are difficult to explain, but there's a very special vibe to them that is oddly fascinating.

But this... this isn't.
There is no excitement, there are no feelings associated to those of a good fight.
This is pure fear.

Usually I gradually power up during fights, trying to find a good balance so that I am on a similar level to my opponent, because that makes things most interesting.
But this time I'm not. My body instinctively powered up all the way.
And I will need every single bit of strength if I want to survive this.

Fucking Templars who hunt me down because the god from their delusions told them so.
If only they weren't so ludicrously strong.
I can't afford anything less than a perfect level of concentration.
The first time I encountered one of them, I had both Yuya and Silver with me and I still came close to dying on multiple occasions.
To top it off I only managed to win the fight by using an ability that I can only use once every few years.
And that was a stray Templar, possibly weaker than the one I'm facing right now.
http://www.dreamviews.com/blogs/hyu/...dragons-18805/

The second time I was in a room full of portals, and managed to make a run for it.
This time I won't have a choice. We'll have to fight.
They are so fast that I won't be able to draw my phoenix wings without creating a very short opening, inevitably resulting in my death.
Yes. They are that fast. There is zero room for errors.

"The true lord demands your death Anassasi."
"I couldn't care less about your delusions."
"Oh but you should. Your death is inevitable, regardless of how much you try to resist us."
"The Templars will hunt you for all eternity."

He plays with his staff in a taunting manner.
It's odd. Regardless of how much hate there is during a fight, if both parties have considerable strength, there is always a certain degree of respect. Even if it is only the respect in your opponents strength.
And an element of excitement, because only rarely do you have the opportunity to go all out if you are this strong.
But with Templars there is none of that.
There is only the urge to survive.
And them? I'm not even sure if they have feelings at all besides hatred for certain dreamers.

I know that WakingNomad has encountered them as well. I used to call them Paladins, but after reading that he calls them Templars, the term has somehow emerged into my dreams.

Yuya has casted her water spheres and her aura is clearly on edge. But even like this there is an inexplicable beauty to her aura, even if she is ready to kill.
If only our truly overpowered abilities would work against them.
They are immune to both my dragon eyes and Yuya's water extraction technique.
I'm not sure if they have any water in their bodies.
They have a certain artificial look to them. Maybe it is because they never show any emotions besides hate.

"Today the dragon will die."

I grip my katana tightly. It is fully of energy and vibrates strongly in my hand.
I am perfectly focused on him. I am waiting for the slightest of changes within his aura.
There is is! A small twitch... and he is gone.

He appears right in front of me, but I was perfectly prepared for his blink and am already midway in my own blink, bringing me only slightly out of reach of his staff.
It hurts!
I had forgotten that any proximity to their aura causes a feeling of pressure so strong that you think it could burn off your skin.
But it doesn't feel like the heat of fire, it is what I assume it would feel like if you got an acid burn.

It's go time.
I charge towards the Templar and clash my sword into his staff.
I cannot comprehend how their staffs can deflect such power. It doesn't feel like they charge any energy onto them.
Any material should easily break in such a situation if you don't.
Yuya is throwing her spheres against him, and occasionally casting high pressure water beams into his direction.
But they are simply deflected by his armor in the same manner his staff is deflecting my sword.
It is so frustrating.

My aura is right at the edge of hurting my own body. The vibrations are only barely bearable.
I see the sky red and the clouds burning. My blood is boiling.
In such a state I need to be careful not to accidentally damage my own body.
Yuya is pushed slightly outside of the battle my various pressure attacks.

"Do you know how we kill a dragon?"

A device on his staff activates and my katana is teleported and trapped against it.
He smiles and charges at me with his staff.

"The last Templar who thought so is long dead you fool."

This trick may have worked once, but I'm not falling for it again.
I cast my katana away and re-materialize it in my hand.
He didn't expect this. Maybe I can force a small opening.
I skillfully bring myself into a better position.
Yes! This is perfect, I got him at a dead angle.
I charge all the energy into my sword that I can manage and swing it against the right side of his abdomen as he passes me.
I can feel it clashing against his armor and releasing all of its energy. A perfect hit!

Coldness. Shudder.
I blink instinctively, but slightly too late.
A sharp pain emerges from my left shoulder.
How did he manage to reposition himself like that?
He was to my right and I clearly hit him hard.
How did he manage to cut into my left shoulder?
And why the fuck does his staff have retractable blades?

The situation calms down as we all got some space between us.
Fuck, I have to fight on my own for a split second and I'm already wounded.
I feel blood slowly streaming down my arm.
Usually the dragon aura would naturally take care of it and close the wound, but there's something about a Templars aura that prevents such in-combat healing techniques.
I cast fire onto the skin surrounding the wound and burn it shut.
It hurts, but I have so much adrenaline in my body that it isn't as bad as it sounds.

Then I notice that Yuya is wounded as well, though only superficial.
She has a small cut on her left arm, and she appears to have frozen the wound shut.
This is not going well.

I inspect the Templar in the hopes of spotting some serious damage dealt by my last attack.
There is a dent in his armor.
Are you fucking kidding me? I landed a perfect hit!
I hit him so hard that the changes of air pressure around him caused extensive damage to the ground surrounding us.
But his armor? A fucking dent?
How are we supposed to beat him?

The fight continues, but it quite frankly isn't looking good for us.
He manages to land near-hits on us with nearly every try, whereas all of our attacks bounce off his stupid armor.
If only Silver was here. But he isn't, and he won't come.

I'm starting to become exhausted.
Templars don't seem to suffer from this issue. The longer this fight will drag on the worse our situation will become.

Alright. Time for more risky tactics.
I lower my katana slightly, giving the Templar an opening if he charges me head on.
And sure enough he comes right at me.
Time nearly stops. I see him slowly approaching me during one fast leap.
He's moving so fast that pressure waves are building around his body.

Yuya's aura is clearly alarmed. She is very worried about me... and... so am I.
Was this really a good idea? What was I thinking?
I haven't used this ability in years, I can't even remember it properly.
It's to late to question it now... just go with it.

I slightly lower the dragonic energy in my body. Any hit now and I am most certainly dead.
I shift all the energy into the right side of the blade of my katana.
Then I rapidly focus phoenix energy within my body.

This is a horrible idea. It is so dangerous to do this.
Dragonic energy is demonic in nature, whereas phoenix energy is divine.
Like fire and ice. Matter and Antimatter.
Any mistake will rip my body apart.
I do not have the experience I had a few years ago, and even then, as mad as I was, I respected and feared using both energies at the same time greatly.

My eyes and my dragon tattoo begin to hurt intensely.
They are being attacked my the divine energy.

I increase the phoenix energy until it reaches the same level as the dragon energy.
Then I funnel it into my blade as well, but on the other side.
I now have two independent energy circuits running through my blade and body.
But they draw their power from the same source: my aura.
I need to divide my concentration.
Half of it to make sure I do not kill myelf.
The other half to coordinate my attack.

My katana begins to vibrate heavily.
I turn the dragon energy into heat. A heat greater than that of suns, probably only matched by the pressure within a black hole, something only a dragon can do.
With my phoenix energy I do the exact opposite. Absolue zero. The temperature at which everything stops, an ability exclusive to wielders of divine energy.
Both touch only at the edge of the blade.
This causes the laws of physics to break down.
Such opposing forces cannot occupy the same space, yet they do at the very edge of the blade.
An intense pressure vortex forms around my blade because the air surrounding it no longer has any idea how to act.

I swing my katana at the Templar, who is now only centimeters away from me.
The intense pressure emerging from my sword closes the opening I gave him earlier.
This has to work. This is one of the most powerful techniques I know of, and I am risking my life to perform it.
It is not a dragon ability, nor is it a phoenix ability.
It is my ability. Mine alone. A combination of powers only I could use on the most extreme level.
If this doesn't hurt him nothing will.

As I swing my katana towards him. I no longer manage to contain the force within.
Some energy leaks out, causing intense vortexes around us.
It emits a pure, blinding light.

And then, they finally clash.
My katana and his staff.
The explosion of energy is beyond anything I've ever experienced.
My senses shut down to protect my body from the intensity of the situation.
It is like witnessing the big bang. The emergence of a sheer infinite supply of energy from a tiny point in space.

My senses slowly recover...
The energy in my body is completely unstable. Both the dragonic and phoenix circuits have completely shut down.
As my vision normalizes I can see the disaster I have caused in front of me.
The entire landscape is partially frozen and partially on fire.
A huge crack in the landscape, starting at my feet, reaches kilometers into the distance.
At some points it is multiple meters wide.
And that was caused by nothing but the side effects of my technique.
The energy released by the attack was all directed perfectly towards the Templar, none of it touched my surroundings.

I turn around, still in slow motion.
He must be dead. Please be dead.
As I turn I notice my katana burning in a bright blue flame.
It is vibrating at an immensely high frequency, emitting a very high pitched tone.
No other material would ever have been able to contain the energy needed for this attack.
It was forged using parts of my dragonic and phoenix energy,
designed specifically to be able to hold these forces for short periods of time.

And then I see him, turning around as well.
Our eyes meet.
He is not dead.
And he is angry. Properly mad.
He swings his fully intact staff back into an attack position.
We are so screwed.

But then, a flicker of hope.
The chest plate of his armor shatters and drops to the ground revealing a long cut reaching all the way from his shoulder to his abdomen.
But even though the wound is deep, no blood is coming out of it.
He is clearly wounded though.
But so am I.

My aura took quite a hit. It wasn't him though.
Even though I controlled both energies perfectly I still damaged my aura.
But the damage is low and mostly superficial.
Small arcs of lighting are shooting across my body because of it.
I'm still operating my aura at the absolute maximum. The arcs are caused by energy leaking out of the tiny damaged spots.

But then all the hope I just gathered vanishes.
A second Templar emerges from a portal.
And the first one doesn't even seem to be in that bad of a shape after my attack.
We need to run. We need to run now.
But I don't know how.

Energy emerges from below the ground. Yes! There's still a chance.
During the short downtime Yuya managed to collect a huge concentration of water below the ground and cast her Leviathan.
It bursts out from below the ground and both the Templars disappear within it.
An attack of truly godlike proportions.

But this won't be enough time. It'll buy us maybe a tenth of a second, not enough to cast my phoenix wings and get us out.
I need to buy more time.
I blink towards Yuya and summon the huge phoenix wings on my back, and focus as much phoenix energy as I can.
I will block a single attack.
This should provide enough time for Yuya to draw a portal.
Maybe portaling will buy us enough time for me to use the phoenix teleportation, which they cannot follow.
This is one of the situations where it is truly advantageous that we share our thoughts.

I stand strong before her, surrounding us with a divine energy shield.
I'm putting all the force that I have left into it.
Yuya is casting a portal on the ground in the mean time.
Point one of a second... come on!

A beam of light breaks the Leviathan body and hits my energy shield hard.
A purely energy based attack.
The ground around is disintegrates under the force.
Only the parts within my shield remain intact.
But I won't be able to hold this for the tenth of a second we need.
It will collapse too early.

I start shrinking it to conserve energy.
Right now it is encompassing my huge phoenix wings. I won't need those to survive.
I shrink it all the way down until it only protects our bodies.
My wings burn to ashes as they touch the outer limits of the shield.
It hurts. It hurts so much.
How long can a tenth of a second last?

My wings are nearly completely gone now.
We are kneeling, the shield diameter is down a meter and a half.
And then finally the portal forms below my feet and we fall through.
We enter the wormhole created by the portal.
Blood from my broken wings streams into it.

It goes far... very far.
Yuya casted a portal towards a location much farther away than I've ever been.
This might buy us the time we need.
We emerge from the other end of the wormhole, onto a barren planet.
I immediately summon the phoenix wings on my left arm and try to make us enter the fabric of space and get us home.
Yuya nearly collapses under the exhaustion of having casted this portal right after the Leviathan.

The wings materialize and I can sense our bodies shifting into the fabric.
Both Templars appear out of nowhere closely in front of us.
But this will work. This is enough time.
The wound I caused on one of them is already in the process of healing.
What the fuck? How... ?
The other one smiles at me.

"Run little dragon! Run! We will get you soon enough!"

Followed by a maniacal laughter.
Finally we disappear into the fabric of space and are transported to Haven.
As we emerge, we drop to the ground exhausted.
My entire body is shaking, either from fear or because I pushed my body too far, I'm not sure.

"I'm sorry. I thought we had more time."

I knew it would happen. Somewhere deep within I knew it would happen after I fought the first one of them.
He was weaker, sort of a run-away or something, no longer obeying the Templar collective.
I never imagined that the others would be so much more powerful.

"I need to become stronger... much stronger."

She looks at me in a very sad way.
I have never seen her sad before. She is always so happy and full of energy.

"I'm so sorry. I did not bring you back for this, I don't want you to have to fight again."
"Of course you didn't. But it is inevitable. I will have to fight. I will have to fight again."
"If this is what it takes to be here again then I will fight... "

I look at my still shaking hands.
I am so strong already. So immensely powerful.
Yet, I still stand no chance against them, no chance whatsoever.
Not even in a two on one fight.
I think about the journey ahead of me.
I'm going to need help... I'm going to need a lot of help...