Devoured Destiny (Completed, but being rewritten and edited.)

Part 01 - Down The Gopher Hole. (EDITED)

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*ATTN: Okay, so I do realize that this story needs some serious editing, and re-writing. I will be working on it continuously throughout the following months. Please bare with me, and keep in mind that this was my very first, ever written story on Wattpad. - With this in mind... Enjoy!

PART 01.

Tonight my eyes are kind of heavy, and I feel dizzy. 

Almost as if I am crashing, and crashing hard.

I smell the fresh aroma of the summer breeze before I open my eyes. I feel the long dewy green grass beneath my feet, tangled in between my toes. I imagine this beautiful place. This is a magical place with green grass and voluptuous exotic flowers blooming from every inch of seen land.  

I open my eyes and quickly realize that there are another set of eyes seeing into mine. Who is this person? I force myself to take a few steps back so that I can fully see...his eyes are so intriguing. A define mixture of blue, and a striking green embellish his irises. His face; clean and chiseled to perfection with an exotic tan. I can barely open my mouth to speak. I think my vocal chords have frozen in place. 

"Eh-em... Who, um, who are y-" My lack of words make me seem immediately mediocre in comparison to his breathtaking appearance.  He has a certain sense of ease and peace to him to boot. Before I can finish my sentence he has one of his fingers to my mouth, without saying a single word. I continue to stare deep into his eyes; it's almost as if I have no other choice but to do so. 

"You won't be needing your voice for this journey, if you do not wish to use it, my love. I can see right through you. We were created for each other. Created to defeat these lands, these magnificent and most beautiful lands." He never takes his eyes off of me once. Not once. He just keeps staring into my eyes. 

I wonder who this magnificent creature could be. I wonder if he can actually 'see right through me'... and if so, what in the devil does he mean by it?

This is  an odd dream. 

Just as quick as the thought evolves, things seem to be getting even more peculiar.

 I snap back into the now, or whatever this is, and I realize that this mystery boy has finally taken his gaze away from the depths of my eyes, and is now  focusing on the whole picture. He is staring at me. My figure. Great. 

His eyes go up and then back down. Up, and then back down - tortuously slow. Wonder what he thinks about what he sees... average in size, emerald green eyes with a tinge of ocean blue, fairly tall, unusually pale. He probably thinks... 

"That you're incredibly beautiful, and that I am grateful  the spirits have sent you my way... finally." 

"Well...thank you. I guess? But spirits? Um... and finally? I don't completely understand this whole situation right now, to be quite honest. Maybe I should wake up now?" The muscles above my eyelids ache from all of my exaggerated eyebrow expressions. "Pinch me?"