Astral started out as a dream of mine back in August 6th, 2015. After the dream, I quickly wrote it down in my dream journal and wondered if my art muses had finally given me an idea to run with. Reading it is quite interesting. It gives me a pretty good sense of how well I write when I’m half asleep and just having woken up. Granted the dream is just a basic jist of a moment and I, as a viewer, is just as lost as anyone else would be.
So building a story around this dream was pretty tough considering. There wasn’t any climax details, no idea what an Astral would or could be; Zip diddly do Nothing. So I started with creating the cat child. Who I decided to name Kit Tena. A bit funny on my part since I’m literally calling him a Kitten.
The dream is disclosed like this; --A boy in a black aura is standing outside searching, he’s trying to find something but he doesn’t know where to begin to look. He huffs and turns down the street to his home. Before he enters, he sees something white quickly pass by causing him to blink a few times and then begins to chase after it. What is it? It disappeared just as fast as it had came. He wonders what it was.
In a bedroom lies a child sleeping. His window lies open and the wind gently blows at his curtains almost playfully. A spark of light emanates and a shining cat jumps out from underneath the blankets and takes off through the window running free on the air with an innate curiosity. He chills on the side of the house randomly when a big fat cat decides to make chase after the small cat.
‘Go away you stupid cat!’ the small cat would think while bounding off into the air, watching the big cat halt in confusion.
‘Haha, that’s right- leave me alone’
his triumph was short lived when another figure approached him on the air and blasted the kitten with an energy that sent him spinning backward, the kitten’s form strips away into the form of a boy.
“Hey! What was that for!” he stood his ground in the air, giving a child like glare.
The figure sneered “Astral’s that are children shouldn’t be playing out side. Wake up brother!” the boy blinked when the figure said ‘wake up brother’
His world snapped into focus and he blearily opened his eyes to see his sister sitting there with a child like innocence.
“If you sleep all day, your brains will rot away! ” she giggled and bounded out the door.
He sat there in his bed, confused. Left with the same questions as last night. What was an Astral? Who was that man. This was probably the first morning that he felt sick, as if that energy the man blasted at him actually affected him. How though? It was just a dream? He shook his head and climbed out of bed and followed his sister out the door and down the stairs.--
Sometimes the smallest ideas turn out to be the biggest creation, I think, and I definitely feel like this is one of those cases. I have in store a lot of angst and I plan on wrenching hearts and putting Kit through hell and back (Nah, I'm actually just chucking him in hell and just leaving him there). Astral’s have been completely fleshed out and I can’t wait to get started and show you, the reader, this story.