Shattered Legacies: Book 1, Holo Change

💠Chapter 18: Parties and Wizard brain💠

With a yawn causing his eyes to water Alex stretched his arms high above his head and let them fall back down again. Rubbing the crusty from his eyes, the still sleepy stiffness from presumably a good night's rest welcomed him into the morning. Soon to notice the cloudy weather painting his room in a monotonous dull light, and the smell chill of the air. A cooler, more gloomy morning. As if to help along his thoughts as he checked his phone for the time out of habit, and then got up to start getting dressed in day time clothes. The first thing on his mind that morning, besides the question of what was for breakfast, what today had in store and the hopes it would go well.

Today he was going to go meet up with Zeke to tell Russell and Caroline about their plan, hoping to get as much help as possible. They were Nara's friends too, so he was sure they'd agree to help search for her. They did with the local search party. Zeke was obviously hesitant to get them involved, typically, but the logic of having a big party over a small one was too strong to brush off. As Weavers they especially knew that. It was something they'd been taught since they were placed in the program, something emphasized as they were grouped off. ...As well as they could be with how little Weavers popped up in a town. They were rare. But I digress, they had to get a party together. Who knew what could have been waiting for them if they went looking alone? And if you had more people, the success rate was higher, regardless of gift!

Alex slipped on his black short pants and a blue sweatshirt like top with short sleeves, sweater pocket pouch in the front near the end, a yellow star on the chest and plain pattern. It was a bit big on him, but it was comfortable. He then left his room into the bathroom and attempted to rangle the head of curved spikes his hair created. Finding them annoying floofy thanks to washing his hair the night before. Grunting softly in frustration as he ran the brush through them, not so much trying to keep them down and normal as just less all over the place. They seemed to sprout from his scalp lining in different directions, so making them on even sides was a losing fight. He just didn't want to meet them looking like a puffed up cat.
Though, as he was battling his hair another thought crept into his mind, oddly enough thanks to seeing one of the little shampoo bottles on the tub with a picture of a boat on the label. Sending him a little ping of concern.

He didn't have a dream last night. Well, no, he had a dream. But it was a regular one about being on a flying canoe with a few characters from one of his shows looking for beads. Normal nonsense. And it had been one he woke up from, rolled over, and went back to sleep. It hadn't lasted throughout the night, he could barely remember it when he tried, there was no sensations or voices. It was completely normal. Twisting his stomach just a little bit as a result to the facts. His grip on the handle tightening, half out of dream facts, half out of hair frustration. It may have seemed weird, especially considering how much he'd wake up in a feeling of either exhaustion or panic after the forest dreams, but...a part of him was worried. He'd been having them every other night, and then more recently almost every night for months. Now it had been several days since he had one which actually felt more weird to him than being worried about not having an experience he knew squat about. Nothing about this was normal, it couldn't be. He didn't know what it was, but it wasn't normal. Something, was happening. And the worst part?
The voice.

That scene he'd witnessed in the last experience dream he'd had. With the guiding voice trying to protect him from whatever was trying to hurt him, the way she screamed. The way that thing made him feel. He wasn't sure who either of them were, or if they were even real. But he still felt worried about the voice. She seemed in so much pain, she was trying so hard to help him for some reason. Were the dreams stopping because something bad happened to her? Did that other presence hurt her? ...Was it Nara..?
That last question made him feel especially sick at his stomach. But whether it was just the idea of Nara being hurt or also the idea that she was trying to reach out to him, he wasn't sure. And frankly didn't want to know. He just hoped she was ok, the voice, Nara, both of them.