This is based on a story prompt provided by the Story Engine. It’s pretty cool. I will not reveal what I drew until the story is done.
Claire was running out of patience. She didn’t see anyone to jog ideas. There was no magical item that might explain why the Abomination would need it. The people were quite ordinary. And no dream.
At that moment she would have cursed, but instead she fell immediately into a deep sleep during early afternoon, thumping against the ground. As her mind went into itself, she thought of how much that would hurt.
“Hello, darling.” There was a swirl in front of her. There was white, then the swirls going through the white circle were purple, shifting to blue, shifting to green, then back to purple.
“What are you? I’ve never had my dream talk to me.”
“You don’t know.” It made a ticking sound. “It’s a shame you don’t know, but it also makes sense. Do you know who you are?”
The form moved from side to side, arcing up to seemingly look at her. It made Claire uncomfortable.
“I’m Claire, but past that, I’m traveling with the Abomination.”
“That’s not very nice. The Abomination. What a gross name for such a majestic creature. And yet you and your people wonder why the great beasts are hostile toward you.”
“This isn’t helping.”
“This is a time filler, that’s all.”
“What do you mean by filler?”
“You need to sleep to get to where you’re supposed to go, and since you’re sleeping, I thought I would introduce myself.”
“And you are?”
There was a silence, some glistening which was blinding, then the form stopped in front of her.
“I’m your purpose.”
“And what purpose is that?”
“The purpose of the Saint.”
There was a silence and the color drained from her face.
“Yes. That Saint.”
Then she woke up in a clinic, surrounded by sick people coughing, and the scent of sweat and humors.
“Are you okay?” There was a man over her, with dreamy eyes and dark, curly locks.