The screams flooded her heart as the flumsy images were brought upon her eyes.
She watched as the knife she held in her two, small purple hands was plunged into her best friends heart. It was not like the Zith's, to hold a close relationship with someone, close to a point where you can't bear to loose them, to watch them pain themselves.
"It's just a dream" Lefta chants to her self slowly.
"You killed me. You killed me with your knife." Nomatera cried out. Her screams shaking the soul of even the bravest eyphorian.
"Why" and the dream wisps away.
A green hand places itself on Lefta's right shoulder.
"Many times" a hoarse voice barks out "The dreams we see are not ours."
"And many times, the dreams are a sign, telling us the future.
"We tell ourselves we could never do that. That we can never kill a friend, but in the end, what does a lie do."
Lefta ran. She ran as fast as she could until she reached the end of her home realm. The climbed the tallest tree and flew away. She knew where she was going, she has been many times to feast on humans and animals. But she has never gone, to live.