Trapped With No Future

Chapter 2 Awakening Vision

Eliathem felt tired when she got back home from the ball. Even though she thought that being tired was purposeless because of the truth. Nonetheless, she simply drifted off to sleep in a new and desirable realm of a natural dream. During her sleep, she was taken into this extravagant room where each barricade had a different hue of stained paint expressing one's most glowing complexions. Where the containment of gleaming lights hung from the top with a crystal-lined tail reflected each corner as it reached the bottom. There was no weary darkness, there was no strangling feeling of the essence. It was beautiful. It was real. This place was magnificent.

In this dream, Eliathem saw a large stature man, who looked to be a wizard or a sorcerer. This man had a long, acute hat and was wearing a chestnut-colored coat. He was waving his hands around, using concise movements. Then he started to speak. "With the power that passes through me, I will use that power to start this new world. This world will have people who are as perfect as can be in a world as perfect as can be", the unknown sorcerer shouted in a grunting tone. Then the world was made, but it was made with tortuous people and harrowing plagues. This was all wrong.

"I am the creator of this devilish universe, so, I must fix this. Everyone who had trembled, come with me and will become settled. You will only see your wishes blend, never will this day end", the wizard cried. Eliathem was now seeing how the world is now. Then she woke from her slumber gasping for breath. She now knew what had happened. She did not know how to fix it though. Eliathem was an adventurous girl, but she was also overly depressed because of how she saw the world. So, she went out in the cold night, when the wind blew so loudly you could easily find it and when the night sky was frightfully turning. The trees were dancing so awkwardly. Eliathem trampled briskly along with the stuttering air to find the place that she was dreaming of. Eliathem was so very sure that this place was real because it was so very familiar to her.

As she sprinted, a stallion so covered in white and black marks and was tall and stunning was drawn towards the aura of young Eliathem. She took it as a sign and climbed to the top of the steed and with no knowledge at all of how to ride a loyal creature, the divinity of the stallion left footprints relaxing on the dirtied ground as it galloped away with Eliathem.

Hitting each stone and trenching through each cave and forest, Eliathem craved so much to find what could set everyone free. However, no one knows why she so deeply feels that this world needs to be relinquished of all that is forged. All that matters is that the truth is revealed.

There were many starring storms and grappling electricity of lights that zigzagged down from the smudged crying sky. Nothing was more dangerous to stop Eliathem and she was able to find something that could lead her closer to saving the world from a horrible madness. She did not find what she wanted or even expected, but Eliathem was able to snatch this clue before it was clamped down under the soot of the muddy glue.

This treasure cultivated a map that started to lead her out of all the depression because she was finally finding something that belongs to her even though she was the only one who knew anything important or real at all. Journey on and you shall find your way is something that Eliathem had always thought about when she went outside and so did her Grandfather. There was one problem, the lingering journey was consuming her and she was growing exhausted. Eliathem had already found what is quite useful and so, she decided to journey back home.