Forgotten past

7

I had my first dream last night. I felt like myself but with a real sense of the world around me. The sky was red which I still knew was not normal for a sky, but it didn't feel threatening, I knew what was happening in my dream. I wasn't scared.

A lady stood in front of me, I knew we were familiar with each other I felt it. I couldn't understand how but it my dream it was natural we were friends.
She took my arms staring at the open wounds in my dream which were now faded scars. The blonde woman began to cry in front of me.

It was a weird dream... I couldn't make sense of it I tried to fit what i felt together. Michael said I had made those scars myself... so I'm guessing the blonde holding my arms was concerned scared. Ugh I don't know my mind is frazzled.

I was happy to have some kind of sight though. Seeing another foreign. Face it all had to be good signs of my returning. I happily bummed as I got in the shower gently feeling over the long scar on my arms. It intrigued me how one could damage themselves so much, questions raided my mind.

I finally tied my wet hair up having Emma help me tie my dress up. We walked in sync down to the dining room. When we arrived Michael greeted me, sending Emma off.

I took my place at the table which was still next to Michael like the night before.
I stared at the end of the table where I was sitting before until Michael snapped me out of my thoughts.

"You'll be pleased to know we are learning something quite exciting today. Well for you anyway."
I smiled picking up my apple taking a big chunk out of it before I replied.
"I had a dream last night for the first time." His face turned slightly downwards seeming almost worried.
"Go on."
"I i-saw a woman and she was holding my arms but my scars were open. Fresh wounds, she was crying and the sky was a beautiful crimson colour. I don't know what it means but I gu-."

"It's comforting to know you are having dreams miss woods, but don't take it all to heart. We have to focus. Be patient with these thoughts if you try to price things together you could get the wrong idea. Understood."
I nod at him diverting back to my food.

When we reached the room we had been training in he uncovered a mirror in the corner of the room.
"So corelena. Divination. the ability to obtain direct intuition or indirect using a tool knowledge about an object, person, location or physical event through means other than the user's physical senses. So we're going to start of with a scrying. Through this you will have the ability to see something in a reflective surface."

I walk over to the mirror that he stood next too.
"The magic will find you and you will find the magic. Don't imagine anything, just use your powers to gain the knowledge you will feel it. Are you ready to try."
"Yes." He stands back a little as I focus on the mirror for a minute trying to clear my mind completely. I feel the tingling running through me and an almost telepathic message sounds in my head.

"Wuthering heights, Emily brontè, 1847." I say confidently turning to Michael who already had a grin planted upon his lips.
"Good Miss woods. That came rather naturally. Okay now this time I'm going to place this book in front of you." He walks over to the desk where I follow.

"This magic book has divination in there I need you to open to book to the page on it"
I take in his orders and I hover my hands over the book feeling the sudden urge pulling at me as I flick the pages landing on one page. There sat the title "divination."
Michael smiles. "Marvellous. Be pleased miss woods. That is a good level to achieve at after a couple of days. I think you'll be back in no time. Now I'm leaving you here. See to the list on the desk. On their are objects and pages I'd like you to find around the room and in the books. I want you to keep practicing. Take a break if your pushing to much. We need this to run naturally not forcefully." He begins to walk out as I pick the list up in my hands.

"Come and find me when your done I'll be working in the library" with that he closes the door leaving me to train.

I was actually having a lot of fun on this little treasure hunt around the room. Some I doubted myself leading to taking a few tries finding the rocks or the pages, but in no time I was confident and effortlessly completed the list.

I finished quicker than I thought, why not have a little walk around do some exploring. I drag my feet out the room quietly. I walk up the hidden stairs I had not been up arriving at a dark hallway. I knew I was close to my room. I saw a large door seemingly bigger than the rest I couldn't hold my curiosity back as I turned the handle walking in to the candle lit room. It was bigger than mine. A grand bed that could fit a family in it. A desk in the corner stack with files. It was immaculate.

I walked over to the desk picking noticing the open journal sitting on the side. It was accompanied by a book with a red symbol on it. I knew the symbol the circle with a star... pentagram? I could put a name to the symbol but no meaning.

I reached my hand out to carefully pick up the book but the door slammed behind me. "What do you think your doing?" Michael yelled as he rushed over to me slapping my hand out the way. I backed up slightly towards the wall.

"I'm sorry I do-."
"Sneaking around my stuff?" He says getting closer and closer to me.
"No I didn't mean too I'm sorry."
He grabs my chin harshly his grip was strong enough to keep my still but not hard enough to hurt me.

"Don't try that again. What if you'd found something damaging to your state, you are fragile right now don't you understand that. We are walking on thin ice corelena we can't risk you falling." He spits not lessening his grip by one bit.

His face was so close to mine I was in panic mode.
"It won't happen again." He drops his hand turning his back to me.
"Your coming with me. If I can't trust you on your own then you won't be." He says. I follow like a lost puppy as we walk in silence down the corridor. He opens two wide sliding doors opening to a magnificent full library. There were enough books here to keep you busy for eternity.

He grabs a book from the book case throwing it into my arms as I flinch slightly.
"Sit down. Read and be quite." I took a seat on the couch facing his desk where he was writing.
I felt so timid like I couldn't move otherwise it would annoy him. I didn't even read the pages I was flicking through my mind was too busy with fear and regret as I sit there nearly trembling.

I was beginning to resent this man and his secrecy.