The Dead war.

Chapter Seventeen: Revenge of Time

I remember Oliver coming into the room where the twins and I and Merlia all played. He looked confused and surprised to see me. A part of me was confused and concerned, I mean I was the one who was placed here and couldn't figure out why and now Oliver looked confused too. When he came home that night I asked him about it and he said he didn't remember walking in to see me that morning. He left before I awoke. I sat down feeding the twins some baby food for dinner. I had been trying for the last two weeks and looked at my baby's. Oliver sat down to eat the pasta dish I had prepared. As I watched him eat the meal I prepared with my own two hands I noticed Everything felt so real, but was the real Oliver trying to tell me something or what this Oliver the real Oliver and was I really here. For almost a year So many questions plagued my mind; everything here felt so genuine and natural. But in the back of my mind I knew something wasn't right. Something was off and wrong, something was pulling me away and I couldn't figure out what it was. Oliver kissed me and walked into the toy room with Merlia and the twins to go play with their toys while I straightened the kitchen after dinner. I walked into our bedroom and grabbed a pair of pajama short shorts and a tank top and took my heels and put them away in the closet.

I felt the silk clothes on my body, I felt the fabric rub against my skin, I felt the silk tank top resting on my shoulder, I felt everything. I had been here for almost a year and This felt right, this felt like it was true but deep down I know I was lying to myself. So if I felt everything, why did nothing feel real? Oliver walked into the room to change into his pajama bottoms and wrapped his arms around me from behind and placed a kiss on my shoulder. I felt it, I felt his lips on mine, I felt his skin press into mine. He turned me around and kissed my lips and pulled me into a hug and held me tightly. He walked out after changing and I walked into the bathroom and I leaned my arms on the sink and I started to cry, tears of pain and agony. I wanted this to be real but deep down I knew this was a dream, a dream I had to wake up from. I looked into the mirror and I saw my face, I stared deeply into my eyes and suddenly there she was. I was standing there my hair braided into my classic hairstyle with two braids on the side and my hair down. My naturally curly hair hung down to the middle of my back. She was screaming begging to be let out. She pleaded and pleaded with me to open my eyes. I took a deep and shaky breath and looked into the eyes of myself and I focused on my daughter and my future husband. I saw myself fighting Nathaniel and laughing. I saw my father, the king, playing with me. I saw Thomas teaching me to fight. My movement and aggression. Swipe left, swipe right, up then down, side to side. I was so powerful and only seeing it now made me realize how powerful I was.

As I continued to stare I began to feel dizzy. I was coming out of the dream, my heart begged to stay but my mind focused on saving my family. I looked back into the mirror with such determination and such anger I scared myself. I felt myself leaving this dream. Oliver ran to me and grabbed me And slowly lowered me to the ground. I didn't say anything and he didn't either. Then everything went black. When I woke up I was staring at the ceiling no sound no movement I was just staring up at the ceiling. I looked over to see my mother asleep on the small couch. I turned the other way to see Samuel sitting there, his eyes panicked and swollen. He looked up at me and saw me looking at him. He walked over to me and grabbed my hand.

"It's about time." He said softly, hugging me as tight as I could handle. "Do you want me to tell everyone?" He asked. I shook my head and he nodded. I turned my heart back to the ceiling and I felt the tears start to fall. My vision went foggy and the tears burned my eyes. The pain and anguish returned to my body, the pain of Losing my twins for a second time was breaking. Samuel held my hand and my mom walked up and grabbed my other hand. I didn't look at either of them and I just sobbed. The physical and mental pain was excruciating. My face started to turn red and I screamed but no noise escaped my mouth. I heard more footsteps and gasps and cries but didn't even bother to look at who was standing there. The amount of pain I was in was unlike Anything I had ever experienced before. Flashes of my memories danced in my mind the feelings that I had hidden for so long came barreling out faster than I could stop them; fury, terror, rage, pure and absolute anger. The rage I felt in my heart was enough that I felt like I was going to combust. After four hours of tears and anger and slamming my fists into the table I had been sitting at, I calmed down, the feeling of anger was still present but I had it under control. I continued to look at the ceiling, refusing to look at who stood at the foot of the bed. I didn't want my daughter or my fiancé to see me like this. I was weak and powerless and filled with such unbridled rage I could have taken and killed the entire guard and my father in a matter of seconds. My mother reminded me that I needed to regain my health before we made any move on Umbris or Prophis. I laid in bed for two weeks getting all the fluids and nutrients that I needed to start training again. I had to learn to walk and talk and run all over again. I felt like a child. This fueled my anger, I was not someone who depended on everyone else like a baby I was a warrior and a fighter. And now I was being treated like a newborn Baby being waited on hand and foot. I felt like I was losing my sanity.