A/N: A continuation of hollys_evil_twin’s The Tower of Lost Dreams. She gave me permition to continue it, yay! So please remember: the first and second chapter are entirely her creation.
Chapter 1: Sweet Dreams
Holly’s Apartment, Haven
Holly was lying on her bed. It was two A.M. Haven time, and she had been trying to sleep for hours, with no luck. Finally she closed her eyes one last time and drifted into a deep sleep.
In her dream, Holly saw herself on top of a flying plane next to Artemis, Opal coming towards them with a knife. “I have you now. After all these years, all the humiliation, I finally have you!” Opal sneered, then laughed in a disturbing sort of way. Opal drew closer, forcing Holly and Artemis to back up slowly, the wind still straining to blow them off the plane.
Finally they were at the edge of the plane. “Die, Artemis!” Opal screeched, and with the knife in her hands, she lunged toward him. He leapt out of the way just in time; unfortunately, this caused him to fall off the plane. He barely could keep hold of the side.
Artemis held on for dear life, trying to pull himself up. Holly reached over to help, but Opal pushed her aside. The elf landed quite hard.
Holly groaned and tried to get up, but found it had a side effect of increased pain. Opal laughed her evil laugh and one by one, stepped on Artemis’ fingers. When he had only one left, Opal whispered in his ears, “Goodbye, Mudboy.”
Holly screamed, “Artemis! No!”
Hot tears rolled down her cheeks as she heard the words: “Goodbye, Holly. I want you to know that….”
Holly woke up with a start. Panting, she checked to make sure she was in her room, and not one of Opal’s prisons. Being sure of that, she sighed in relief. Looking at her clock, she noticed it was now four A.M. She still had some time to sleep. Holly lay back down, knowing very well that she wasn’t getting much more sleep tonight.
Fowl Manor, Ireland
It was three A.M. Irish time, and Artemis was still awake, working on his laptop. The boy yawned and headed to bed, where he quickly fell asleep and began to dream….
In his dream, he was in a lovely garden, inside a gazebo to be exact. He found himself standing close to a priest and in the background, he heard wedding music playing. ‘Wedding music?’ Artemis thought. He looked down at his clothes, surprised to find them even fancier than his normal suits. They were made with white silk, with embroidered flowers up the pant legs and jacket. On his left breast pocket, there was a single rose bud. He also had on white, shiny shoes.
Soon he noticed a beautiful bride walking up the aisle. The veil was covering her face so he couldn’t quite make out what she looked like. She was still far away, so he couldn’t tell what her height was, either. Suddenly he heard a voice, like a ghost, “Artemis… Artemis….” The dream began to fade and the voice became louder. It sounded remarkably like Butler.
“Artemis. Artemis, wake up.” Artemis realized that Butler actually was trying to wake him. “Artemis, wake up! Don’t be lazy.”
Artemis groaned. “I was in the middle of a wedding….”
Butler looked puzzled. “Wedding?”
Artemis sat up slowly. “It’s nothing. Just a peculiar dream I had.”
Butler chuckled. “Well, if you don’t get up soon, you’ll have more than honeymoons to worry about.”
“The concert! Thank you for reminding me!” Artemis dressed into a suit, ready for his opera concert. He might miss it if he wasn’t there soon. ‘Oh well, guess I’ll just have to use the private jet today….’
Foaly’s House, Haven
Foaly hardly had had any time for sleep. He recently had a dream that he was going to get a call from his favorite inventor, and when he was woken up to the sound of a phone call, he was shocked to find his dream had come true!
‘How did that happen?’ Foaly thought. ‘How in the name of the Gods was I able to predict what was going to happen? In a dream, no less?’ Caballine stirred around, then woke up.
Well, half-woke up at least. “Foaly, dear, why are you up?”
Foaly managed to mumble, “Err, fixing my, uh… pillow! Now, go back to sleep.”
She obeyed, and was soon snoring again. Not very loudly, but it was still a snore. Foaly went back to his thinking. ‘What if I made a machine that could predict if your dream will come true?! Well, I haven’t failed yet… this month.’ And with that, he began working.