Eyes Full of Dreams

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Look look Dream's creating another book that's about her sona—

kinda gonna go gung-ho with this :,) i have two plot ideas at most, and i'm just trying to see what i end up with. this is still in it's "beta-mode" so i suggest you don't read until i actually get this locked down in place.

i don't have a blurb either, so sorry about that!

## Prologue ☾

*Twelve years prior…*
She walked slowly down the corridor.

The gentle *pitter-patter* sound of her pawsteps echoed through the cold stone hall, shivering as it bounced off of each wall.  The film of echo zigzagged back and forth against the tunnel, spiraling everywhere down it.  It was funny how echoes did that, just bouncing back and forth like a bored bouncy ball.

She shuddered as she passed a damp cell, locked in cold with a rusty iron barred gate, the bars splintering and corroded.  It reeked like rotting food and moldy fur.  She tried not to look at the sickly-looking disfigured cat as he trained his fierce, beady red eyes on her.

*Oh, please stop looking at me…* she thought, trying desperately to glance away.  The eye closest to him shut as tightly as possible, and her other eye began to narrow as it became half-closed.  The fear gripped her by the neck, controlling her forwards.

*Just walk, just walk…*

She passed several other cells filled with more cats as she walked down the hall, but she paid them absolutely no mind at all.  They’d be broke if they needed mind from her.  She knew that if she wanted to stay here, she’d have to get used to walking down this cold stone hall, but — oh, she couldn’t bring herself to even look at the ground. It was awful, in simple words. Quite simple words.

After several minutes walking through this awful—simply *horrible*—corridor, she reached the place she needed to be.  The very spot, the cell where the one dearest in her life was being held captive.

“D?”  The brown cat lying drowsily—almost sickly—in the cell opened the eye closest to the entrance.  Her fur was matted and it was crusty around her eyes.  “Is… is that you?”

“Leatherleaf,” she said, tears coming to her eyes.  She didn’t care if the bars were rusty or carried tetanus.  This was *her.* She ran towards the bars, setting her delicate paws on them as she peered through.  “Hang in there, Leatherleaf, just for another day.  We’re getting a rescue, we’ll be here, we’ll be here.  Dewdrop and Jirvida and Chinook have a plan and an organized rescue and they’ll be here, we’ll be here, we’ll be here.”  The tears flowed freely out of her eyes now, like the quickest waterfalls.

The cat squinted her eyes, looking confused and even concerned.  “How are you here?  No, I'm… I must be dreaming.”

“I-I joined the kitchen and I'm working here now and it’s all to sneak you out of here,” she said, still crying.  “We’ll get you out soon, I promise.  We’ll be here—”

“No, no, listen to me. D, listen to me.”  Leatherleaf was now against the bars on the other side, her pads pressed again the other cat’s.  “You *cannot* be here, you hear me? You shouldn’t be here.  If they find out that you’re going to betray them, our entire *family* is in danger.  Get out of here.  Leave me here, or we’re all going to end up dead.”

“I can't leave you! We’ll be here soon, I promise! The rescue will be here in twenty-four hours and you’re going to be okay and everything will be just like it was before you were captured.  You’ll be out, Leatherleaf, please, please!”
“You *can't!*”  Leatherleaf’s eyes went crazy with rage and fear.  “It was my mistake and I deserve to be here *and you can't make me leave*!”  She slammed her paws against the bars and the molly on the other side jumped down to the ground in surprise and shock.

*She’s… she’s going mad.*

“I won't let you do this!” she continued to howl.  “Guards! Guards!”

Shock prickled at her pelt. “Leatherleaf, stop it!” she begged, feeling panicked.  “If I get caught, I'm going to die, and so will the entire Wyndblown, and the mission will be jeopardized!  Stop it, stop it, please!”

“Guards!  This maid is refusing to give me the food! Guards!  Guards!” she screamed.

It all happened too fast. It was like a flurry.  She was whisked out of there by the guards, and then thrown out of the castle.  It was a complete whirlwind of events, all too quick.  Before she knew it, she landed face-first into the mud outside the fortress, getting completely soaked from the falling rain.

She sat up a little bit, wincing at the pain of the toss.  She could feel it in her nose, mostly, where it took the impact of the awful fall.  When she realized what had happened, tears came to her eyes.  As they fell, it mixed with the downpour of the storm, and tears and rain alike couldn’t be determined apart.

“Oh, Leatherleaf,” she said with a choking sob.  “I’ll find a way to get you back.  I promise.”