Revival- Beyond Death

A Battle

"Don't worry I will be there soon." Cross says.

"Okay I have Dream with me. I think they are passed out."

"I am in the area just need to look around for you." Cross says.

I hang up after saying goodbye and lean on a tree.

"Stupid everything. Just why did he chase after me?" I whisper mutter angrily folding my arms. "I should have killed you when I had the chance."

"Why are you like this?"

"Ugh, get out of my head!" I scream scratching my skull?

"How pitiful, but you can still be saved." Dream says getting up from the ground and dusting off his clothes.

"Good luck with that, because I don't need nor want to be saved I am fine as I am."

"You jest. You will never be able to move on from your past with that mindset." He chuckles.

"Who says I haven't?" I retort my frown setting deeper into my face.

"Your actions." He points out 'matter-o-factly'.

"Well I have moved on." I say trying to keep calm and collected like my father taught me.

"How could you, you seek the wrong path as and look to the past to justify your reaction." He huffed crossing his arms over his chest.

"Now do I." Baffled at the blasphemy he is spitting in, should I mention, my familial lands.

"You do!"

"That wasn't a question you idiot. How can you even dare call me unmoving of my past. I have moved on sure I may have some unfinished business in some places," I stop to crack my knuckles, "I have moved on!"

"You haven't even settled on what happened to you!"

"I have! Why won't you just listen for one second!"

"Then why did you choose a dark path of murder? You could have surrendered and sought forgiveness! You haves so many options out there for you! You chose it!"

This became a full blown argument now. Why did he have to start with me? My dad's going to have me meditate for an hour in cold water now for letting my patience go.

I breathed in, there is no going back I guess have to defend myself first, but I should listen carefully not to wander into any word traps.

"I didn't choose it. It was given to me." I did my best to restrain my tone and held my hand to my head to prevent myself from getting an angry headache.

"You could have refused."

Does this insolent lightbulb not know anything? Who could he think he is? Those memories aren't very easy to find and the memories themselves are corrupted only I and one other person know of them.

"I could have, but I didn't know any better." Which is the truth.

"You could have stopped when you did. Now you only work for revenge and anger." Most of this is true I do want revenge, and I am mad about what happened to me but I can no longer care about just me like in the past. I have other problems to worry about, thing is how does one stop? Dream stopped for a second and brought his hands together as if he were contemplating my sanity. 

If I did have the nerve I would of slapped him but my father would descend on me faster than nightfall in winter.

So instead of resorting to violence I curled my hands into fists stabbing the points of my fingers into my hands.