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 "Jeanne d'Arc, pronounced 'John,' has the same nightmare every night. In it, Pyrrha calls out to him for help. The others claim his subconscious tricks him since he misses her. Is that true, or is there more to the nightmare than it seems?"

     John's  POV:

      I awakened tonight from the same horrid dream as the one that started months ago. Oh, why can't I get the nightmare to stop?  It starts the same way every time and ends with me feeling guilty.  Guilty as I do in real life.

        I shook my head. I knew it was impossible to set my feelings aside for the team. Believe me, when I say,  I had tried, but to no avail. My feelings for Pyrrha were deeper than any I had ever experienced before.

        I sighed. I felt tears fill my eyes and dared not brush them away. "Pyrrha," I whispered. I longed to have her back if only for a moment so I could hug her.  I would kiss her and confess my love, for her if I could have her with me.  Alas, it was not to be so, she was assumed dead.

         I threw the covers off and stood up. I went over to the window and looked out.

       I saw a star falling from the night sky. I wished to be released from the pain the dream brought me. To my disappointment, nothing happened at all. 

        I returned to being more restless than before. I  dared not close my eyes out of fear. Soon, I grew tired and dozed off again.   Then, my nightmare returned. Only, this time it was more vivid than the other times.

* IAuthor's note: If you want to see the definition for vivid -an adjective, go to https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/vivid (definition number 3 is the one I thought about the most).*

     I shuddered and kicked in my sleep. My voice weakened as I screamed, "No, Phyrrha!"  "Please, Pyrrha stay." I pleaded with her. Her voice called out, "Help me, John!" I could sense she was in danger. What do I do? How can I help her?

     I  grabbed my sword and charged at whoever dared to separate us. I  slashed right, then left, and right once more. I watched in horror as the blood spilled from the attacker. I pulled Pyrrha close to me and kissed her.  "John," she whispered. Pyrrha kissed me.  I blushed and she did the same. 

      I stood in front of the tree where we first started sparing together. Pyrrha smirked. I saw her push in the bark and watched in amazement as a door swung open. I entered it after her. I saw someone bound by chains.  "Don't listen to her John, she is a decoy."  I spun around and saw the lady who kissed me before pulling out a dagger. She tried to stick against the one who was bound. I knew then I had been tricked. I lunged at her and grabbed the knife. I felt her grab my neck and begin to twist it. I plunged the knife into her chest before she could kill me. I watched as she fell to the ground and her body disappeared. The chains fell off the other Pryhha. I knew then, she was the real one.

        Phyrrha slapped me. "What was that for?" I asked. "For kissing that robot. How dare you kiss another girl, and..." She began to say. I kissed her. She kissed me. Soon, I felt her tongue push through to join mine.  I felt her reach up and grab my shirt.  "Pryhha, I love you," I confessed. "I love you too, John."  She confessed. I blushed at her actions.

      I woke up in a cold sweat. I felt around me for her.  She was nowhere to be seen. Ugh what had it meant in the dream when I was faced with an imposter posing at Pyrhha, and why had the real one been so quick to remove my shirt? I  blushed. Could it be the real one wanted me as much as I wanted her?

       I dressed, ate breakfast, and grabbed my sword, shield, and gear. I headed out the door unsure where I was headed. I did know one thing though, I was determined more than ever to find her. To find my Phyrrha.

 The end...

Until the next Rwby one-shot,

bye-bye,

little owlets!

Summer out!