The Raven That Came Home

Intro- A little taste

The breath left her lungs in a huge whoosh of air. Gasping Lux's glazed eyes blinked repeatedly. Her lungs expanded again to their max capacity once more to relish in the feeling of being alive. Stiff fingers opened, releasing the crinkled bed sheets. 'That bloody cave again!' Lux thought wearily. Taking one hand she stretched her other and started to massage away the tightness and tingles.
She could hardly explain these dreams, for she had gotten them ever since she could hold a quill at four years old. It was odd however, it was only ever one image presented to her with a strong feeling associated with it. When she awakes she immediately grabs her sketch book and draws whatever it is she saw. Her nana has the theory these were important objects, people or places that were being sent to her in her dreams. Has she actually ever seen any of the images? No, not yet. Were they for her future? She didn't know. What about her past? Again, she did not know.
Pulling her comforter higher around her body, she shivered from the bone deep chill she always felt when it came to the cave sequence. Her left hand now relaxed came up to rub at her chest. Not only did she feel completely chilled physically, it always brought an ache to her heart. Yearning and despair plagues her for hours after she opens her eyes.
"Lumos." She whispered tiredly.
A ball of floating light softly lit up her enclosed bed space. Her curtains still tightly drawn. Oh what her house mates must think of her.
'Always up late studying!' Lux thought back ironically to the whispers. If they only knew.
Her tired eyes and copious amounts of caffeine were due to theoretical gifts of a supposed seer. That only came in a single image with a feeling tied to it. None that had yet to be seen by Lux physically. Although she was quite proud of her drawing skills and how they have grown in the last eleven years or so.
Leaning to her right Lux pulled open her night stand drawer and grabbed her never ending sketch book. Something her papa has custom charmed for her "important dreams". The ache in her chest spread up her throat and tightened like a fist. Clogging her ability to breathe freely. A shuddering sigh finally left her lips as she shoved the sad thoughts of him to the side.
The black raven feathered self inking quill sat ready atop her nightstand. It was finely nibbed and cast in gold. Her mind immediately cast the image from her dream onto the blank page she turned to. Her hand flew across the page, stark black lines flowed together. The boy with curly black hair floating near his face, eyes closed in what appeared to be slumber. Long lashes kissed high defined cheek bones, paired with a thin straight nose accompanied by parted lips. The top thinner and well defined, the bottom plush and pillowy. What a dreamy image it would be except the green tinge and pruned hand hovering next to his angelic face.
With the image complete Lux pushed her shoulders back and twisted her neck side to side to release the tension. Before her on the page appeared the face of what seemed to be a downed boy. Flipping back a couple of pages Lux realized she could almost complete the whole picture.
A cave, a Dias on a little island within the cave surrounded by dark water. Bone white and decaying hands reaching out of their depths. A gnarled old elf holding something with a gold chain. A boy drowning. And a strong calling of her heart.
Lux needed to do some research.
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