Wind Arrow

Chapter 7: Anguish

Chapter 7: Anguish

Everything’s blurry with its essence of vanishing like the usual dreams because of the outcome of some unrealistic events and feelings slowly bringing itself into life.

Mindless of the surroundings, I find myself walking through the deep road of shadowed emptiness. Only the visible dark solid path is all visional. After an infinite time of walking, a spark of light penetrates through the shadows.

Where am I?  Everything around me is dim. Every single ray of light is gone leaving me alone lurking with this obscure murky darkness.

“Hello? Is someone there?” I shout on the top of my lungs to render the unexpected feeling of fear inside me.

Until a spark of light burns and a vision of my father is surrounded and crowded by unknown people seemingly like he’s being casted with this world’s hostile gifted powers.

What’s happening? I don’t understand every single thing that my vision shows me. But with its clarity, it makes me know that my father is badly hurt, cannot even fight back and cannot even defend himself with those abhorrent creatures torturing him.

Every vision is vibrant. Every single thing seems real.

I was weak... helpless… useless… I can’t even move this body.

Can someone tell me what’s happening?!

I want to move. I want to help him… to protect him.

I can’t hear his voice. I can’t hear his screams. But I can see everything... I can feel. I can feel the enduring pain meddled with the fire inside me.

Red blood runs through his head, cracking his skull open with the rigid flow of red liquid.

Fear engages me more than anything else. My body trembles instantly blocking the flow of tear drops in my eyes. I don’t want to cry… to feel weaker. I need to prevent it… to feels strong despite all this thoughts telling myself to already give up.

My father looks at my direction and stares at me with his solid pair of eyes seemingly like glaring into my very soul. I strain to withstand the anguishing agony that stops my tears to flow. I try to blink my eyes but I can’t. Every single pained scenario is being shown forcefully in front of my very eyes. A silent scream… a helpless body.

How did I come to this agony?

Still staring, his voice breaks the deafening silence of my wandering emotions and thoughts.

“Xeleria… help me.”

I’m finally awake from awareness from an unusual distinct nightmare. Cold sweat drips from my forehead with me still trembling in fear constant from my dream. Gathering courage, I run out of the room through the dark corridors. I continue to run without breaking off trying to find Zylle on the east annex buildings near the fountain. I’m freezing cold still trembling. Without warning, I clatter with another body.

“Oh sorry. Are you alright?” she looks at me but I can’t clearly see her face because of the dim light.

I nod in reply still startled.

“By the way, I’m Kyrie, may I help you?”

No you can’t... Not a single person can… You don’t know me. No one knows me. I don’t even know who I am… no one.

“Don’t mind me.”

“You look bothered. Maybe I could help you.”

“Can you tell me where Zylle’s room is?”