(This story has a lot of symbolism, so you might need to read it more then once to fully understand its meaning.)
The boy's eyes slammed open, staring up at the night sky, most of which was hid by tree branches. He rolled over onto his side, before slowly rising to his feet. He looked all around him. Where was he? He was surrounded by trees, tall but skinny. How did he get there? Was anyone looking for him? The boy blinked a few times, not believing his eyes. It was raining lightly, slowly dampening his baggy red shirt. He stood there for a moment, before hearing the breaking of a twig behind him, probably from a footstep. He twirled around to see a Yanar looking back at him. She smiled warmly, reminding him very much of his mother. That made no sense. He wasn't a Yanar, was he? He looked at his fleshy, pale hands. No... Wait, who was he? The boy pulled at his hair in panic. He remembered nothing of himself. He was beginning to cry when--- The Yanar said something to him. He didn't make out the words, but the voice was motherly, and caring. She outstretched her hand, and he took it. Slowly, she walked through the forest. The boy felt as if he could trust this Yanar with his life, but he did not know why. The rain started to fall faster, water dripping down from his white hair. He looked up at the Yanar. She was much taller than him, or so it seemed. She looked straight ahead, the same smile on her face. Why did it look so fake? Where is she taking him? They continued walking through the forest and through the rain, the mud squishing between his little toes.
The Yanar stopped, suddenly. The boy looked ahead, barely seeing anything through the thick fog. He saw a woman, in what appeared to be a pink dress, kneeling down on the ground with her head in her hands. Was she crying? The Yanar called to her, though the boy couldn't make out what she said. Everything felt so surreal, like a dream. The lady pulled something over her head. She stood up, then, and walked over to the two. The lady was wearing a mask. The boy could see her more clearly now. He couldn't see her face, but she was wearing a pink dress, and had coal black hair, with long curly pigtails. The mask had a calm expression, an expression only a person with no worries in life could achieve. But the boy could tell it was a mask. The boy could hear the lady sniffling underneath the mask, trying to get her tears under control. The boy wondered why she wore the mask.
The Yanar let go of the boy's hands, gently nudging him towards the woman. He took the lady's hand, staring up at her mask. The wind started to blow, bending the trees, guiding the ever increasing rain. Thunder boomed, and the boy jumped, startled. The lady led the boy into a small cottage. He could not make out much smells, nor could he make out details of what the cottage looked like. Everything seemed fuzzy, blurry, and surreal. The lady watched as the boy came to a counter with many bottles full of liquids of different colors. The first was a bottle labeled "Stress", a bottle nearly full of an orange liquid. The next was labeled "Fear", a bottle about half-empty of some dark purple liquid. He reached up to grab the Fear bottle, to get a closer look, but he would never have the chance. His elbow bumped the Stress bottle, knocking it over. The bottle's glass did not break, but the cork popped open, and the orange liquid came rushing out. He heard a shriek from behind him. He whirled around at the lady in the pink dress. She tore off her mask, revealing a sad, freckled face below. He could barely get a good look before she covered her face with her hands. She began to sob uncontrollably. He rushed over to comfort her when --
Titus woke up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. His blankets and sheets were thrown about on his bed, as if there had been some sort of struggle. Was he moving around in his sleep? He looked across the room from his bed, where he saw Countess Elizabeth Black. She was wearing a pink dress, and her hair was kept in curly black pigtails. "Looks like you had a nightmare, hmm?" She said, warmly. "I'm going to go shopping, you may come with me if you wish." Maybe he wouldn't stress her out too much, at least for today.
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