Fantasy vs Science Fiction Story Contest

Children of the Land, do you hear?
The Filth echoes near, and the stars grow dim.
The Eternal Throne lies empty and a broken reign remains incomplete.
The winds of the gift can no longer be held back, and its curse will send all to the abyss.

The dreams started not too long ago. I’m right here, standing in the sea surrounding Saint Michel, when all of a sudden I find myself falling into the water. Deeper and deeper I go, until I’m consumed by darkness. And at that moment I realize I’m no longer in the sea, I can’t really explain what it is but, it’s almost like Nothingness. I’m engulfed in a vast emptiness, and it weighs down on me. I try to fight it off, but its grip is so strong, and it clenches on my heart until I can no longer breathe. It’s then I see a star, pulsing faintly at first, but getting stronger and stronger with each pulse. And then at last the star illuminates a blinding light, and I see the Mont Saint Michel in all its glory. And then I wake up.
This has been my reoccurring dream, and every time I come out to the sea to swim, I think of it. What does it mean? Is it real? Or not?
Reve snapped out of his thoughts as the cool water splashed on his face. He wiped the salt water from his eyes and grinned at the dark haired boy facing him.
“Daydreamin’ again Reve?” Fenrir threw his head back and laughed, then splashed more water towards Reve.
Reve chuckled and returned Fenrir’s water attacks with a splash of his own, prompting Fenrir to return the favor. The two boys splashed and laughed under the setting sun, cheerful and exuberant, ignorant to the rest of the world around them.

Fenrir was Reve’s best friend, and his only friend. For as long as he could remember, Fenrir had always been there. Yet the two could not be any more different, Reve was carefree, cheerful, and a dreamer, whereas Fenrir was stoic, serious, and rational. But that didn’t stop them from forming a bond stronger than that of fleshly brothers. Every day they would play, and every day they would venture out into the sea.
“Race you to the Mont!” Reve said, breaking out into a swim towards the Mount.
“Hey that’s not fair! You started before me!” Fenrir followed suit.
Reve laughed out as he swam further into the sea, “If you were truly a good swimmer you’d be able to beat me!” The truth was, Reve was the better swimmer, and they both knew it.
“I’m not sure how you figured that out Reve but that logic needs some work!”
Reve began to slow down, his arms getting tired and his breathing heavier; he eventually stopped and waded in the water, staring out at the city on the Mount.”

“What’s your obsession with St. Michel anyways?” Fenrir asked out of breath, catching up to Reve.
“What do you mean?”
“You’re always staring out there, every day without fail.”
Fen was right. Reve smiled weakly at his friend and then gazed upon the Mont, as the lights slowly came on one by one in the buildings. “I dream of it, every night when I go to sleep.”
“So what, cause you dream of the Mont you think that one day you’ll live there.” Fen said in a sarcastic tone.
Reve looked down into the darkening water, expecting to be pulled down any minute, “maybe.”
“Hate to break it to you Reve, were never going to set foot on the Mont. Were just peasants, only the rich folks live there.”
“You never know Fen,” Reve looked up at the stars that were gradually becoming visible. His dreams had to mean something, otherwise why would he be having them every night. “Someday, somehow, I’ll end up there.”
“Because you dreamed it? You’re only dreaming it so much because sub-consciously you want to live on the Mont, more than anything.”
Fen was right again. And because of it Reve remained silent, only staring out at the lights. He did want that better life, living on the Mont.
“Come on, let’s head back, it’s getting dark.”
Reve cracked out a grin and nodded, “Do you have any dreams Fen?”

The swim back was once again of a cheery competitive nature, as the two boys teased and taunted one another, before reaching the shore and saying their goodbyes, promising to see each other again the next day. The walk back to his home was a long one, but Reve enjoyed it. The grass felt cool and refreshing, moist and comforting, and the night sky was clear and inspiring. As he reached his home he once again looked out at the Mont.
It feels like home. It’s weird, but it feels like where I belong. It’s almost as if it’s a far off memory, but I can only reach the tip, like a scattered dream. But it’s not real, none of it is, it’s all in my head.

Reve opened his front door and called out, “Mom! Mom you home?”
No answer. Reve sighed, another night without his mother. I guess she has to work overnight. More and more nights Reve spent alone, while his mother worked and toiled to provide ends meet for herself and Reve. He opened up the fridge, ate some provisions and then unfolded his sleeping bag. Crawling inside he hoped for better dreams, of actually walking the streets of Saint Michel with his mother. And no sooner did he close his eyes, did sleep take him.

Malcolm stared out the window at the streets below the villa he worked and lived in. He loved his job, his master, the house; he was never in want as a butler of the Hope household. But on this evening, for the first time in many years, Malcolm heart was weighed down by worry. Everything that he had come to love could be coming to an end. And it was not just his employment that worried him the most, no; it was of the little girl he had come to love as a granddaughter.
“Malcolm.”

Malcolm spun around to meet the Master of the House facing him. He quickly bowed, “Master.”
“There’s no need to call me that Malcolm, we are far past such formalities and pretenses now.”
“Yes Mas-, Michael. What is it you require of me?”
Michael’s eyes used to convey confidence, but now all they expressed was sorrow, his face gloomy and weathered, as if the weight of the world were on his shoulders and he could no longer carry the burden.
“The stars grow dim Malcolm.”
“We do not know what that means Master! It could be anything!” Malcolm pleaded his voice cracking.
“I know what it means Malcolm; I can feel it inside me. When I look out at the night sky I see them,” he paused, a somber expression on his face. “They are dying Malcolm, and so am I. Their dream is coming to an end, permanently this time.”
A tear fell down Malcolm’s face, he dreaded this moment for a very long time. “There must be something that we can do…”
Michael shook his head in dismay, “Take care of her Malcolm, she will need you, more than ever now.” His voice broke as he struggled to say what came next. “I don’t have much longer.”
Amanda was the world to both Malcolm and her father Michael, and knowing that he could do nothing to save her father, Malcolm resolved in his heart to fulfill what Michael had asked of him, to protect her, to raise her.

He entered Amanda’s room and flashed a beaming smile upon seeing her sitting on the bed with a book.
“This one,” she said.
Malcolm sat by the bed and took a look at the book, he furrowed his brow as hesitation crept over him, but he quickly waved it away. “Ah, this is one we haven’t gone through in a long time.”
“Exactly! So it’s a perfect choice for tonight,” she said getting under the covers.
“Alright,” he smiled opening the book.

“Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there lived a King and his daughter, the Princess. They both loved one another very much, so much that it made an evil sorceress jealous. For you see she wanted the affections of the King for herself, but he would not give it. So one day she kidnapped him, and held him in her evil lair. All the knights of the land tried to rescue the King, even the Prince of a foreign land who wanted to marry the Princess, but they all failed. Eventually, the Princess decided to take matters into her own hands, first praying to the stars to help her in her quest, she set out to rescue her father herself. Along the way she met up with a fairy, who agreed to help her rescue her father. After a long journey, the duo grew close to one another, coming to care for one another. Finally they arrived at the castle of the evil sorceress, and after an arduous battle with the sorceress’ forces, they at last confronted the wicked woman. But the sorceress forced the Princess to make a choice, either save her father or save the fairy she came to care for. Faced with this impossible choice, she offered her life in exchange for the ones she loved. The evil sorceress agreed, but you see, because of the Princess’ selfless act, the power of the stars acted in the Princess, destroying the evil Sorceress and the castle all around her. But in doing so the Princess died, leaving this world to join the stars, happy and fulfilled that she saved her father and the fairy.”

Upon finishing Malcolm saw that Amanda was fast asleep, he disliked how similar the Princess of the story and Amanda were, but he also knew how much she loved it. He kissed her on the forehead, turned off the lights and left the room.

After some time Amanda awoke, she could not say why but she did, and she recalled the story Malcolm read her. Father is sick, and no one can save him. But maybe I can, like the Princess. Amanda slipped out of bed and went outside.

She stared up at the twinkling stars and smiled, “Help me save my father. I beg of you, I’ll do anything,” she sobbed. “I just can’t sit idly by while he dies, I love him too much! So if you have power, help me save him! Help me…”

Reve awoke suddenly, he scrambled out of his sleeping bag and frantically looked around.
“Mom! Mom are you here?! Mom where are you?!”
And then he heard it, the call that woke him up, a cry for help.
“Mom!” Reve shouted, as he ran out the door and towards the sea.
“Help!”

Someone was crying out for help in the sea, and it sounded exactly like his mother. Without a moment’s hesitation Reve dived into the sea and swam out to the sound of the cry. As he swam further and further, the cry became more and more distinct, but a thick fog started to creep in, and his reoccurring dream invaded his thoughts again.
“Mom! I’m coming!” he yelled, pushing the dream out. He saw a figure in the distance, and he swam furiously to reach it, but then quickly stopped upon seeing the red hair.

“You-you’re not my mom! Who are you!”
“I heard a woman crying for help but then, what am I doing here?” Amanda replied.
“Where’s my mom!?” Reve screamed frantically, his eyes welling up. “She was calling for help I heard her! Where is she did you see her!?”
“This fog…”

The fog had clouded all vision now, and the two waded in front of each other as the waves gently took them. And then there was nothing.

“He’s waking up it seems, at long last,” a female voice said.
Reve stirred as he slowly came too, he opened his eyes sluggishly and took in his surroundings, “Where am I?” but nothing came out.
“Finally, it’s been days,” said a man.
“Where did you find him again Kris?”
Kris bit his lip and looked around anxiously, “I found him wandering around the streets delusional.”

“Is that how he came to be soaking wet when you brought him in?”
“It must’ve been the rains.”
“I hope you have a better story to tell than that Kris. Cause if I didn’t know any better I’d say you found this kid in the Bloody Sea, and if that’s the case you’re in a whole lot of trouble with the Ministry and the Church.”
“I know,” Kris grumbled.
“Do you? Darthtopia is fractured Kris, Arendale is literally bursting at the seams. The Church oppress everything that has to do with magic or witches or anything that defiles the Prophecy of Light and here you bring in a naked boy with a tattoo soaking wet for all my bar patrons to see! What if the witches find out? They’d bring hell down on this place Kris, there’d be war!”
“What are you, the narrator?” Kris asked annoyed.
“No, the concerned owner of this establishment who doesn’t want any trouble. He’s awake now, you can leave. There are clothes for him to wear.”
As the woman left, Reve got out of bed and looked up at Kris. “Who are you? Where am I?”

“I think I should be asking the questions here, who are you? And why the hell were you in the Bloody Sea?!”
Reve slowly shook his head, “My name is Reve Abner, and I don’t know what the Bloody Sea is, that’s not what the sea is called back home.”
“And what is back home?”
“Mont Saint Michel.”
Kris’ eyes grew wide as he stepped back in shock, “Oh boy, get changed and come with me!”

This was a very strange place to Reve, the smells were funny, and the houses and the way people dressed, his own garb was itchy and smelled of hay. They came to a small little cottage, Kris simply entered and so Reve followed suit.
“Keff! Keff where are you?! I need your help!” Kris shouted.

“What? Why are you screaming? Do you not know the hour?”
“I need your help.”
“With? Shop’s closed Kris.”
“Not alchemy,” Kris quickly responded, then motioned to Reve.
Keff snickered, “Is this your son you just found out about Kris?”
“Not funny Keff, I need you to do your thing.”
“My thing?” Keff asked curiously.
“Yes your thing, what you do. You know he doesn’t know where he’s from, I got him from the Bloody Sea and he claims he’s from the Mount.”

Keff’s grin turned upside down, “What is wrong with you Kris?! What if the kid is a spy for the Ministry, or the Church! What if he’s just using you you idiot! You know how active they are in- you know what! And what they do to- you who who!”
“I assure you he’s not a spy Keff, he has a tattoo, here let me show-“
“Get out! Please just get out! I can’t help you.”
Kris and Reve were shooed out of the shop, the door slamming shut behind them. Kris sighed, and motioned for Reve to follow him.

They arrived at a park, where they sat down on a bench.
“What’s going on? Where am I? Who are you and why are you helping me? How do I get back home?” Reve was bewildered.
Before Kris could answer any of those questions armed guards approached and surrounded them with brandished swords.
“Come with us, or die!”

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