VERONICA
"Are you here to save me?"
I opened my eyes to look down at the young girl. She had cuts all over her body and a crown of thorns with dead flowers atop her head.
It was that girl again in my dream.
It was me.
"Why are you here?" I asked.
She tilted her head and took small steps until she was at arms length from me. "You have to go."
"Go where?"
"Away." Her face filled with trepidation, her body shook.
I crouched and rubbed my hands on her shoulders to calm her down, but she continued shaking uncontrollably.
Thorns grew around us and her brown eyes turned into a violent shade of purple. "What's wrong with you?"
"Please leave. Now."
"What? Where?" I continued asking.
"Now! Go!"
A dark shadow quickly grew behind her. If she knew it would consume her, she did not react as it touched her skin and turned flesh into dust.
I woke up with sweat all over my forehead and the pillows scattered around the bed. The fireplace crackled and exuded warmth through the room, while a god which I assumed was in a deep sleep had his back turned from me on the couch.
Gods, those dreams are starting to annoy me.
The carpet felt warm on my feet as I walked to the cold bathroom barefoot. Whatever the little girl— little me— said was enough to haunt me for a while.
Leave where? Here? From the Fifth Realm? Did she even know I have unfinished business here?
I washed my face until my head was clear, which was probably not ideal since it took so long for it to do so. By the time I was finished, I walked back to the room to see the couch no longer occupied, and its previous occupant sitting in front of the hearth.
He stayed quiet when I took the seat behind him and stared at the burning wood in it. At that moment, I scrambled to fortify my mental shields in fear that he might sense my unnecessary worrying.
"It's still not strong enough."
What if I just grabbed a pillow and just smacked you to death?
"You're oddly fond of pillows." He flatly said without taking his eyes off the fireplace.
"I'm not. I'm fond of killing you."
Lore conjured up a ceramic cup with a golden rim and handed it to me. The smell of herbs immediately entered my nose, and the tea was just the right temperature when I drank it.
"As exciting as that sounds, I want to know what happened." He leaned back in his seat and turned to look at me.
"What is there to know?"
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The God & The Shadow
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