I'm not really sure if this applies to fan fiction; this is a story from my imagination. Well, here it goes. -------------------- *Nex* Chapter 1: It's quite a folly, really. The way people live their lives, nonchalantly drifting through the years; making no progress at all. I looked at the stewardesses that walked the isles of the plane, between the rows of two and four seats. They spend their day in a plane, void of anything remotely amusing. I looked out the small window directly to my left, and saw only wispy clouds below and a blue expanse stretching as far as I could see. I shifted my view towards the horizon and saw the gentle sun easing its way downwards, eventually being swallowed by the great Atlantic. Now uninterested, I turned my attentions back to my book. The cover had worn to a dull blue and the pages were thin and ripped. 32 pages, or 2 minutes 16 seconds later I finally gave up. I got up and asked the woman next to me if she could get up. I appologized for the intrusion and made my way to the back of the plane. The bathroom was vacant, so I slipped in and locked the door. Looking into the mirror, I noticed my dark brown hair lay disorderly on my head. This was immediately fixed by the comb stored in my jean pocket. Looking down at my shirt, an obvious stain presented itself. Realizing it didn't really matter, I made my way back to my seat and quickly fell unconscious. The dream was vivid and so unusual; a field of blue roses stretched before me and the sunlight radiating on my pale skin. Soon, the roses set fire and withered, and stormclouds gathered. The voice of an elderly woman, feeble and fearful, emanated from all quarters of the expanse: Leave, child! Dark days are upon you! Nex follows closely! I turn my head to the right and see a figure gliding its way towards me. Two red eyes glared through a hood that hid its face. It came closer, and I couldn't move nor shout. It expanded one arm, fingers boney, and clenched my throat with great force. Instantly I woke up. I looked over to the ceiling of the plane to notice the seatbelt sign on; 'we must be close to landing' I thought, and did as the sign instructed. Still, I pondered the dream, could it have meant something? Was this a sign of a bad future? Is my life at risk? These were all questions that would be answered in time.