In Dark Dreams

Tyler is a young woman going through high school. Though she is considered one of the prettiest girls at her school, she is secluded, antisocial and ostracized because of her obsession with fairytales.

(Character profile: Tyler Wright, age 18, height 5'9''. She has long jet black hair that reaches shoulder blades. Bright green eyes accented by thick black eyeliner. Slender face with supple lips. She often wears dark knitted clothing. Even though she may look fragile she has a strong independent personality.)

Ever since she was little she was fascinated with fairy tales. So much so that she never grew out of it. She collected a wealth of books devoted to the subject of fantasy worlds. She spends countless hours alone her room dreaming of an other world to escape the drab existence she has come to believe the reality is. Every night she stares up at the stars wishing for someone or something to whisk her away.

Recently she has been dreaming of a vast forest. In her dream she is wandering alone, following the voice of some unknown being. This dream however is nothing like any she has had before. Never has she had a dream so vibrant, so real! Every breath is filled with the aroma of the surrounding environment. Every step as solid as it would be in reality, everything she touched felt as it should. Everything except the voice.

It whispered to her as if carried by the wind, guiding her to a yet unknown goal. It's agenda a secret yet without it she felt like she would be lost forever.

She eventually reached the center of the forest. She had reached its heart and the source of the disembodied voice. At the center of a clearing stood a massive oak that towered above her. At the center were carved statues, one of a beautiful angel, and the other a grim faced demon. Each of them had one hand tightly grasping a chain. In between the carved statues was what she could only describe as a boy. Crimson red hair draped over his face and reached his chest. He was over all naked, except for the restraints that were laced onto him. On each of his slender wrists, and ankles was a manacle. Around his neck a collar and attached to each restraint was a chain held fast by the guardian statues.

Every night this dream has come to her. Each time she steps closer to the bound figure only to awaken one step away.

"I'm losing my grip on reality... The voices have followed me beyond m