I stormed to the front door of the house and twisted the handle; it gave way easily and let me in. I was ready to give him a piece of my mind, but the silence that met me as I entered the room was enough to remind me that they had left; they were back home. I looked around the house just to be sure, and when the emptiness also greeted me, I retreated to the living room and slumped on the sofa
The house felt empty with no trace of them. In fact, it seemed as if no one had lived here for a long while, as though they were a figment of my imagination, even though I knew that everything was real.
Did the spell not work? Would they suspect that, or did Anson perhaps do that intentionally, faking to his brother and leaving me those memories? Was it possible that, because I was somehow connected to their world with my ability that their magic wouldn't work on me?
No, there was no use thinking about this. Whatever the case was, they were now gone and it was useless to wonder about questions I'll never get answers to, so I went back to my car and drove back home.
There was no use being angry either even if he intended to truly erase my memories a part of me understood, he had to protect his home a battle had waged between the two sides in the past and it would be awful to let something of that nature happen again, he was a soldier he had a duty to protect their realm.
Luminaraeth was its name, a world of mysterious magical beings and creatures, a world that I still wished to see. Home, that was home for him, so it was only right that he felt the need to keep it safe.
I too would do anything to protect what mattered to me so as I reached my house and went back to my room I decided to forget, forget that such a world existed that I had meet two beings from it, that I helped destroy an evil creature from it, I would respect their choice to keep it hidden.
It was now in the past, forever gone
Brea kept true to her word and gave me a hefty scolding when she came to visit. She had always been like this, even when we were younger; she scolded me as though I were her child. I didn't mind because she cared, even though sometimes it got a bit irritating.
After she was done with it, her whole mood switched, eyes now glimmering with pride and joy as she showed me the photos she had taken, explaining the ones she considered for her portfolio. I smiled. I had missed this sense of normalcy and casual talk. Without knowing it, my best friend had helped erase the fear that was still lingering. It was for this normalcy that I had gone against the Wendigo
The next three days were spent with Brea doing whatever fun activity we could get our hands on, and in those three nights since she came to visit, I had not had a single bad dream. In fact, I hadn't dreamt at all, just pure slumber
That was cut short tonight when I woke up in high alert. A strange dream haunted me. I stood in a white room so white and bright as though darkness had never touched it, as though the stars in the sky had gathered in that single room, but somehow the light did not hurt, and the view was clear enough to see the woman who walked ahead.
She wore a pale blue silk dress that fell gracefully to the floor with a small trail, her silver hair like a winter morning's frost on branches was half held in a bun with the rest flowing like a river of stardust down her back.
Her steps were small but radiated confidence and authority, her head held high as though nothing could faze her, she proceeded on, and something beckoned me to follow
We entered a room so large I had never seen anything like it, the room was full of books, up and up the shelves went, there was no possible way from down here to say how far they reached. I had never seen so many books in my life, not even the libraries I had been to were this huge
The room was circular with a staircase in the middle, but she clearly had no use for that because she stepped on a platform and it rose, taking her where she needed to be, six shelves up. She ran her hands through the books and stopped when she found what she was looking for.
Then the platform lowered, and she headed to the nearest desk. I inched closer, trying to spy what book she was looking at, but she perused through it so fast I wondered if she could even read a thing. She stopped on a certain page and read keenly
I moved behind her and peered over her shoulder. She suddenly turned, the movement making me stumble back losing my balance and falling on my ass.
She stared down at me, eyes wide, full of shock
"Who…what are you, how did you even get here? I didn't hear the wards go off. Speak, who are you?"
"I…I.."
I stumbled on my words, backing away as she got closer. I moved again, and she followed till my back hit a table
She leaned closer, her face on the side of mine, and then she… sniffed. I was briefly confused before I quickly stood up. Wonder briefly lined her face before cold eyes scanned me, digging right into my soul, hoping to find something. She looked and looked before her eyes went wider than they had been before, so wide that I wondered what she saw in me that shocked her so much
She raised her hand, attempting to touch me, but I dodged it,
"You…you are…"
Before she could finish I was dragged by an invisible force, it pulled me through light then darkness dragging me deeper and deeper till it felt as if I was in the middle of space where light and darkness collided and merged but still it did not stop, faster and faster it pulled and my skin wailed in pain at the sheer force.
My throat felt restricted as I gasped, trying to get air in me. I was going to die, I thought, but the invisible force decided to spare me, well, at least from that, for I was now falling with no end in sight
That was when I woke up in sweat, my mind ringing in alert as I checked to see whether I was still alive. I watched the night's light that peeked into my room from my slightly ajar curtains in a radiating glow. I held on to that shimmer as I tried to calm myself, breathing in and out till my breaths came out slow and steady, and my heart stopped banging so loudly in my chest
I had never had such a realistic dream as the one I just experienced, not even the one of me being pulled by the arms of those strange creatures felt so real
Wait, in that dream I was in a world with two sides, one dark and another bright, my current dream started in a bright room and proceeded to a space where light and darkness mixed. There was also that dream I had of two silhouettes, one made of light and the other of darkness.
Were these dreams somehow connected? What would it mean even if they were? What about the woman? Was she somehow connected, or was I overthinking?