Indigo found himself sitting amongst the rubble of what he once called his home. A warm, sticky substance oozed down the side of his face from where he had been hit by a falling piece of debris not long later.
“Dad? W-where are you?” He cried, but his voice echoed into nothing. It was blurry now, everything around him covered in a dreamlike haze. Maybe that should have been his first indicator that it was only a memory. The pit in his chest only grew as he tried to will his weary body to press on. Nobody was there. Where was everyone? What happened?
This was the same dream he had anytime he closed his eyes, a repeating nightmare that only reminded him of just how lost he was. Without warning, the dream shifted with a flash of blue light. Indigo had come to learn later that portals existed, and he had fallen through one and found himself in a strange place. At least, that’s what he pieced together. In truth, he couldn’t remember it and only awoke to see a slew of worried adults all speaking gibberish at him.
The feeling of panic overwhelmed him, and he could not awaken. Trapped in a lasting nightmare that only reminded him of his past.
This was normally the scene the dream would stick to, and he would wake in a cold sweat. He could feel his heart racing, and his dry mouth gasped for air. But this time it continued, and as almost by magic the crowd of blurrier faces parted and symphony of shouting ceased.
A tall, slender figure with messy brown hair and the largest brim hat he’s ever seen appeared. Despite looming over him, his eyes were soft and his horns glowed in bright rainbow color. Without a word, he offered Indigo a large pink fruit that he had never seen before. ‘Applen’ echoed in his mind, though his dream-self could not figure out how he knew what it was. Indigo could feel his body relax. His heart no longer raced, and the overbearing pit in his chest began to ebb.
The dream shifted once more, this time placing him in the kitchen. “Indigo, do you want eggs?” Indigo turned to face the slender figure once more. His dream-self responded with no hesitation. “Yessir Mister Joseph! Could I have some of that fruit again, too?”
The figure, known to him as Joseph, chuckled. “Of course. You know I have plenty of other things for you to try, other than sliced Applen?”
“But I like it!” Indigo protested.
‘Yes, that’s right.’ Indigo thought to himself. He had been so lost, so scared. He had spent so much time trying to navigate a foreign land that the memories of that fear never left him, but he was not alone anymore. He was safe, and he was loved.
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Kia Name: Indigo Dragoste
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“Mom?”
Indigo found himself sitting amongst the rubble of what he once called his home. A warm, sticky substance oozed down the side of his face from where he had been hit by a falling piece of debris not long later.
“Dad? W-where are you?” He cried, but his voice echoed into nothing. It was blurry now, everything around him covered in a dreamlike haze. Maybe that should have been his first indicator that it was only a memory. The pit in his chest only grew as he tried to will his weary body to press on. Nobody was there. Where was everyone? What happened?
This was the same dream he had anytime he closed his eyes, a repeating nightmare that only reminded him of just how lost he was. Without warning, the dream shifted with a flash of blue light. Indigo had come to learn later that portals existed, and he had fallen through one and found himself in a strange place. At least, that’s what he pieced together. In truth, he couldn’t remember it and only awoke to see a slew of worried adults all speaking gibberish at him.
The feeling of panic overwhelmed him, and he could not awaken. Trapped in a lasting nightmare that only reminded him of his past.
This was normally the scene the dream would stick to, and he would wake in a cold sweat. He could feel his heart racing, and his dry mouth gasped for air. But this time it continued, and as almost by magic the crowd of blurrier faces parted and symphony of shouting ceased.
A tall, slender figure with messy brown hair and the largest brim hat he’s ever seen appeared. Despite looming over him, his eyes were soft and his horns glowed in bright rainbow color. Without a word, he offered Indigo a large pink fruit that he had never seen before. ‘Applen’ echoed in his mind, though his dream-self could not figure out how he knew what it was. Indigo could feel his body relax. His heart no longer raced, and the overbearing pit in his chest began to ebb.
The dream shifted once more, this time placing him in the kitchen. “Indigo, do you want eggs?” Indigo turned to face the slender figure once more. His dream-self responded with no hesitation. “Yessir Mister Joseph! Could I have some of that fruit again, too?”
The figure, known to him as Joseph, chuckled. “Of course. You know I have plenty of other things for you to try, other than sliced Applen?”
“But I like it!” Indigo protested.
‘Yes, that’s right.’ Indigo thought to himself. He had been so lost, so scared. He had spent so much time trying to navigate a foreign land that the memories of that fear never left him, but he was not alone anymore. He was safe, and he was loved.
Those nightmares would never plague him again.
2026-04-16 14:26:00
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Shade Staff Member
Congrats, this kia is all yours!
2026-04-17 11:49:50
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