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Putting this here, cause I want it that way. Its easier to link it to the other thread, and it makes the post in there shorter. Here it is, so far. Its a WIP, just to let you know.

PS- Yes I know there are those copy and paste question mark editing things in here, but my eyes hurt too much for me to fix them. I'll get to them tomorrow. Ja!


In Dreams:
Sabin Duvert woke from his slumber, breathing heavily as he struggled to remember the dream he had been having. He brushed his brown hair back from his face, not knowing exactly what it was, but thinking how it must have been important to have awakened him in the middle of the night. He shrugged and figured he would remember later on, moving from the bed to the table against the far wall in his room, pouring water from a jug to a bowl before lifting some of it to his face with his cupped hands, cooling himself off slightly this way.
He thought he remembered something about there being a way to see a monster of some kind, and this got him excited. He had been enthralled by the idea of there being monsters and demons from the time he was little, and wanted to see one for himself. This brought on memories of his mothers' attempts to stop him from doing what he wanted, but his abilities seemed to have grown past the limits that those plants in his room put on him. If he was able to dream through the plants for some other reason, he was not aware of it, and he did not care much. He did not care about much anymore, save the fascination he had with magicks and all things macabre. His mothers' deceptions and betrayals had hurt and confused him, but now all that mattered, or seemed to, was his ability to make things happen.
He looked about his room as he patted his face and neck dry with a cloth from nearby, thinking on how it had been a virtual prison when his mother had had the plants preventing his dreams in there. But now, the plants there were not the same; they looked similar, but upon close inspection you could tell they were much different. He only hoped his mother would continue to believe that these things were the ones she herself had put her for a little while longer, until he moved away. He was of age, and knowledgeable about a few things, having watched his parents and other adults work while he was young. Upon learning about his mothers' attempts at stopping off his learning of magick, he had decided to get out of the house as soon as possible. He worked odd jobs to get experience at other things, on the pretense of earning money for the family, keeping some of his pay for himself; to use when he finally left this stifling excuse for a home. He had always looked up to his father and loved to listen to his stories, but he was not fond of the way his father let his mother control him, getting him to act concerned about what Sabin did right or wrong.
He sighed and went back to sleep, feeling as if he would need the rest for something soon. In the morning he hardly remembered what he had figured out about the dream, but the next night the dream came to him once more, coming a bit more clearly to him this time, telling him that there was a way to use MAGICK in order to call the demon to him. When he figured this out the next morning, he was ecstatic. It was exactly what he had wanted to try for quite a while.
He thought on whether or not to tell Renee, and decided against it. She was agreeable about most things with him, but he did not think she would like it if he told her he planned on doing what the dreams told him to do.

Meanwhile, in another reality...

Creante smiled - well, if you could really call the corners of it's horrendous mouth turning up in evil jubiliation a smile - and waited for the next night patiently. Time had no real meaning to it, and it was very good at waiting. Hadn't it waited all this time for the right boy to be born, to grow? A few more human nights wouldn't hurt it's plans. It thought on how much to send in the next dream, and figured that the recipe would be good, so that the kid would have the proper materials, even if he didn't yet have the spell. Creante fashioned a dream for Sabin, one showing Sabin himself picking different herbs. This way the boy could think it was a prophetic dream and believe he was meant to do as he was seeing. It was about a fortnight from the correct night to perform the ritual, and that gave the boy plenty of time to find the herbs and a place, as well as planning the way to sneak out. Yes, the anju smiled again as it thought about how smart and cunning it was. I have planned this perfectly. Soon, I will live on the human plane, and be able to cause much more fear than I ever could stuck here in this non-place.

A week later, in the physical realm...

Sabin sat in the forest, in a clearing near the caves he loved to visit. He was busy grinding the herbs he had collected into a very fine powder, as the dreams had shown him. He had chosen this area for the spell because no one knew about it but himself and Renee, and she was out of the area with her parents for some reason. He shook his head to clear the thoughts from it and finished making the powder, then poured them into a small leather bag he'd brought along. He put it and the chalk to make the circle into a larger bag, then hid that inside the cave. This was as far as the dreams had taken him, and he assumed that was because the night for the ritual was still a week away, judging by the moon's place in the sky. In his dream it had been further along than it was now. So, he waited, and day after day he continued to ready himself for the ritual. He bought some candles with the little money he had, matches so that he could light them quickly, and a bowl to keep a small fire in. This was as much as he knew to do, and he continued to wait.
His mother had been saying something lately about bad omens, and he tried to ignore her, since she had always been so full of it. Ever since he was a kid, he'd heard her speaking about bad omens and how he would turn evil or something if he did not do as she said, and he was tired of it. He was not going to be a bad guy, he just was curious. So he tuned his mother out. The dreams continued to show him what to do for the next week, and he did as they instructed, his excitement growing all the while. Each day, Sabin would take whatever he was going to need to the caves, hiding it there and clearing a little spot nearby where he could cast the spell. The ritual wasn't very complex, but would take a bit of space and time to set up.
The day of the spell, Sabin was so excited he had a hard time hiding his feelings from his mother. He told the woman he was going off to see Renee, leading her to believe that her family had returned. Sabin knew Renee would cover for him if need be, and everyone thought that they were in love, or something of the sort, so it was a good way to lie. He and Renee both thought it was funny how people automatically assumed they would eventually get married, when they felt more like brother and sister, or cousins, than paramours.
Sabin arrived at the cave a little early, but that was okay because he would need a bit of time to set up, anyway. He set his candles - seven in all - in a circle, each of them having been carved with the symbols of the Seven Deadly Sins - he did not know that that was what they were, he just knew to carve them there - and anointed with oils gotten from certain plants grabbed from his mother's garden. He would wait to light them until it was time, for now he just set up the rest of the ritual space. The candles were supposed to represent fire, or so he assumed. He'd heard tales that in rituals like this, everything brought into the circle represented an aspect of nature. Candles or a fire pit for fire, incense for air - it could also be used for fire since it needed to be lit with a flame, but Sabin was only doing what was pointed out for him. A bowl of salt or dirt for earth, and a bowl of water for, well, water. But what he did not know was that in good rituals, the water should be cleaned and blessed. This water had just been taken from a very muddy pond. He set up the little table he was using as an altar the way he'd seen it set in his dream: the bowls of water and dirt - salt was hard to come by in this day and age, you know - in the center of the table, incense on one side and a small oil fire - in a stone bowl of course - on the other. The altar was deliberately shown to him set up backwards, although he did not know that. His every thought was on doing what he had been shown, not whether or not it was the good way of doing things, because he was assuming it was the right way.
Soon enough, the moon was in the right place overhead, and he lit the candles, thankful that this was a calm, clear night, and no wind would blow out the small flames. He sat where he was supposed to, and began chanting some strange words he had heard himself saying in the dreams. He knew not what they meant, but he would say them, just the same. Almost as if being controlled by something, Sabin continued doing what he thought would bring him a view of a monster. The altar had been stationed in the center of the circle, pushed only slightly toward the south so that Sabin himself sat at the exact center point. The chant ended a few moments later as the wind raised itself, amazingly leaving the candle flames lit. He had made sure to write down the spell so that he would remember it, and he pulled out the paper, ready to recite it.

"From the dark realm to the world of light, I call upon the moon tonight.
Bring to me what causes fear, open a portal and bring an anju near."

While saying this, he tossed some of the dirt over the oil fire, the incense, and the water. He tossed the water over the incense and the fire, and dumped what was left of the loose incense into the fire as well. It had grown in the confines of the rather large stone bowl until it threatened to overflow from it, but suddenly, the flames were extinguished. Clouds rolled in to cover the moon and thunder boomed overhead. Lightning crashed across the sky, keeping Sabin's attention as a portal opened behind him. He did not know what was happening behind him. Smoke from the fire had curled around the appearing portal, and as it opened it shone faintly with green light. The demon of fear that had been waiting patiently finally had its' chance, and it took it swiftly. It jumped through the portal to the real world, and right into Sabin's unprotected body from the back. The poor, unsuspecting boy gasped and clawed at his back for a moment before collapsing on the ground, his body twitching madly as the thing fought to control his body. Sabin lost his grip on both consciousness and his body, and his mind retreated to a part of him that would soon be in anguish at what had happened. The two entities now sharing the body merged.
And the rest, as they often say in situations such as this, is history.

Gaia Name : Saekochan
Media Used : Microsoft Works Word Processor (a.k.a Word)
Is this your first entry? Yes
Referred by : No one, I saw the ad in someone?s sig. I don?t remember whose, sorry.

ANs:
#1 I admit I stole the name of a movie to use as the title for this story, but really, it fits SOOOO well, don't you think?
#2 Er, how else did he get the money that was stolen from him at the gypsy camp? - Read the info on him to get that part of the story, cause I'm not sayin it here.