The Fight Within Part 3

This is a cool dream Hope you all enjoy it

Where am I? It looks dark but wait there is a light up ahead. These stairs looks rather familiar…guess I must take them if I want to get to the source of the bright light. I am not even halfway there and I am getting rather tired. I am aching and I don’t know what is happening to me. Finally, I made it. The light has lead me to a dark wooden door with a little bit of light creeping out into the hall of darkness. Had it not been for the light I would have fallen and probably have gotten lost. As I go towards the door it strangely opens to me like if it was just waiting simply for me. I walk into the source of brightness, and discover the room is a mixture of black and white. I then see two human silhouettes, formed from what I finally notice was a meadow of emerald swaying glass grass. I couldn’t help but notice that I was in a glass room projecting from the ground like roses…white and black roses. I then felt something cold like ice behind me. In fright I spun quickly around feeling a powerful urged to force a kick, but just before I did I realized that the ice-touch came from me. I was starting right at me and realized that this was no mere reflection…but an exact clone made from the brightest, purest whites I have ever seen. He came from the right side of me and when I looked to my left I saw the other clone. He was in the darkest color of black with black eyes looking back at me. I was so absorbed by his eyes that I forgot the White Glass was beside me until he pulled me back as quick as possible. I was only able to see his golden, sunlight eyes before hitting the glass wall behind me with such force I felt it vibrating. I suddenly saw why I was pushed for the Black Glass was trying to kill me by throwing a blood-rusted knife directed to my heart. Had I been standing there any second longer he would have hit the bull’s eyes. A loud scream was uttered from the Black Glass’s lips as he retrieved his knife and ran towards me. I didn’t know what to do so I blocked my face waiting for the pain of death to strike. I felt nothing and when I looked up I realized why. The White Glass has gotten in the way blocking me from the aim of the rusted-blood knife. I quickly got up and tried to find a way out when I felt a stab of pain coming from my head. I reached up to my head and felt the cold, wet blood on my fingers. At first I thought I might have been stab, but I looked around I saw shattered pieces of glass lying around. I realized then that the glass room was being destroyed by the sudden fight between the Black Glass and the White Glass. I then realized that my feet were killing me and I looked down and saw the red footprints my bloody feet has left behind. I didn’t care anymore I bit my lip and looked for an exit of any sort. I saw a bridge across from what seemed to have been a sea of glass. I quickly gather my strength and ran at full speed towards the bridge when I heard a shattering sound of glass. I stopped and turned to see that it was the Black Glass and White Glass that had shattered sending dangerously sharp piece of glass flying every which way. I was not able to turn quick enough for two piece of glass flew into both of my eyes; two different pieces of colored glass, black and white, going to the opposite sides of my eyes.