Thanks Avialle! The 2nd person part is sort of like a prologue, but I'm planning on cutting back into it at a later stage... sort of like a diary but a little different. Not sure how to explain it but i hope it makes sense when i get around to putting it in... :D I hope you like the next bit...
I've just finished typing a sort of bridging section in first person to introduce the Narrator a little more, so that the transition to third person is explained. I was trying to get the story to flow without it but I couldn't shape it and still get it to read like I wanted it to. Let me know if you think it needs work or if the change from 2nd to 1st to 3rd is a bit too weird...
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My name is Ella. I am Sara’s Guardian. I watch her, help her as she struggles against the constraints of life in a society where Dreaming is forgotten. All that matters in that world is Reality. Sara doesn’t think as they do; she Dreams. Reality is not the only dimension her world contains. Her Dreams form a constant background to the Reality around her. Reality has little space for Dreams. Sara’s world has little space for Reality. The Change began three decades ago when a Dreamer foretold the end of Reality. The Realists lynched every Dreamer they could lay hands on and placed a bounty on the heads of all those they couldn’t. Today, the sentiments of the Realists are less extreme, favouring institutionalisation to the death sentence. Sara is the first Dreamer born in 30 years. She and her Dreams are sacred. I guard them both.
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Sara’s uncle is a politician. He hates her because she speaks out against the Government he works for, against the legislation he speaks for, against the control he longs for. The only reason he pretends to be fond of her is because she gives him a chance to prepare his arguments against the opposition. They think as Sara does. Somehow, though, they’re not considered crazy. She really should stop arguing with him. It strengthens his arguments and makes him more effective. Her arguing helps him to win. Does that make her a hypocrite? She says she hates the policies he backs, but she helps him hone his arguments and assertions by allowing him to road-test them somewhere he won’t get slated for not having a proper response. She’s a fool, the perpetuator of her own suffering.
Sara begins to imagine her life without her uncle. He’s crazy. She paints this upon her now not-entirely-blank canvas and laughs at how different life would be. She prefers the way her life looks without him. Wishing for it to have been so, she continues to paint her Dream until it spans the entire canvas, enveloping her thoughts and making her feel safe for once, instead of persecuted by the empty vastness of her captivity. She wishes she could escape; to run free again, unchained and unburdened by her family’s opinions. That will never happen again, though. She knows that. They won’t let her.
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I also need to think of a title for it still... any ideas?