Power is Corrupt

When Blackfield opened up her eyes, she was in the dream again. In the same desert, with the same girl, standing on the same road. They both just stood there, petrified practically, until finally, the other girl spoke up…

“Who are you? And why do you keep invading my dreams?! And why do you look so much like….. me?” The mystery girl questioned her...

Blackfield didn’t know any of this either, but the least she could do was tell this girl her name.

“My name is Blackfield. I am the faithful student of Killestia, Goddess of the sun, and am just confused as you are. Now tell me… what is your name?” Blackfield responded with a question.

Just as the girl told her name, Blackfield woke up in her bed, now getting a little more information about the mysterious girl…..

Twilight…..