My home is where my heart lies

I Believe

Author's notes:

Hey, the 18th chapter of the story. I think I'm going to throw a little more threads at you, my readers.

I hope you'll like it.

I don't think I'll be able to finish it before the end of 2020, so Happy New Year. Stay healthy and in good shape.

PS. My current plan for a couple of next weeks:
rewriting Alone,
rewriting the 1rst chapter of Kiss the Rain,
3rd chapter of Sometimes it's just better not to know,
rewrite the 3rd chapter of My home is where my heart lies,
a short story with Christmas theme in WoW universe (Last Christmas),
many other things (stay tuned) :D

PS.PS. If you have an idea that you would like to see me write, or want me to quicken the writing of any of my stories, feel free to write a comment :D

As always, till the next time, and thanks for everything.

Changelog:
2020-12-31: A preview was posted.
2021-01-09: A whole chapter posted.

End of the author's notes.

Note: When you encounter the sentences or names, nicknames written with the italic, they are there to inform you that the past is referred, or the character from the past is speaking. I used it for one purpose only – not to bring you too much confusion during the reading experience.

Akali's POV:

Within mere seconds, the world around her started to spin, marking the beginning of her journey to Morpheus's realm. The surroundings seemed to be in constant motion. The elements creating it were mixing together at once second, only to decompose a moment later. The mass of numerous items was creating shapes that were difficult to describe. With every single passing second, the spinning effect was just speeding up, making Akali dizzy in a matter of moments. She wanted to throw up. Her stomach's content was already flipped at least a couple of times, worsening the sensation a thousandfold. Still, the race to only partially known destination continued.

Millions of images, flashbacks, memories were passing right before Rogue's eyes. She tried so desperately to catch even the slightest glimpse of theme, tried to catch one with her hands, but it was a futile effort. As soon as even a fingernail of hers was about to collide with the mist-like images, they vanished. The cloud-like object would shatter into millions of small pieces. Even though the girl knew that it was a sign of madness, she tried desperately repeatedly. Time after time, the number of tries did not matter. The outcome was always the same, the oh-so-precious memories vanishing into a mist.

After an unknown time, the speed began to decrease steadily. The twisted creations that not so long ago were filling every inch of her sight began to take shape. Within moments, the teenager ended up falling onto the soft bed located in a relatively small room. Even though the main light was off, it was the very first thing Akali noticed. Still, a few candles could be spotted all around what looked like the child room. The so-called 'ninja' allowed herself to spectate her surroundings for a couple of moments. After all, it seemed that no one was at home. The air was filled with the sweet scent of vanilla. The girl inhaled the smell with pleasure, it was one of her favourites. Another moment was sparred to admire the aroma before her faze was focused on the walls. They were painted in a mix of light green and grey colours. More than a couple of dozens of sheets of paper were pinned to them. They looked like anyone would picture the child's drawings. Dozens of dozens of lines seemed to be somehow connected, but still, not taking any shape known to humanity. It is awe-inspiring how the brains of the children work. In their minds, these doodles have a meaning, some kind of depth. Still, it is hidden behind what seemed to be a solid wall of misunderstanding to most of the adults.