just a dream

prolouge 2: Yukos backstory

"Yuko,Yuko!!" His mum yelled for him, in a different language.
"Come eat dinner!"
The light in his room was dull, his dusty bed, the paint tearing off the wall, it was a terrible living condition.
"Coming mum!" He yelled back from his room, while staring at it, a brown velvet book with the words JAD engraved on it, it almost felt like he was in a trance staring at the book absent mindedly, he remembered where he found it, the corner of a children's playground, he had it for months but never opened it, it was a feeling that told him not to, everytime he thought of it it made him feel light headed and woozy, that sort of feeling, he stared at it intensely before slowly lifting his hands, cold sweat running down his arm, hands cold and damp.

He lightly traced the book looking at his dusty finger and then proceeded to touch the book by its side, slowly he opened a bit of it, the tension and nerves rising in him.
"Thud!"
He quickly slammed the other side of the book onto his wooden table,
"WAIT W-"
Before he could finish his sentence, his eyes glowed a bright, Misty white and the room suddenly went cold
He felt as if lightwas the only thing surrounding him, as if he was alone, power running through his veins, it was so.. so cold.
Just then his eyes went back to normal. shaking, he read the words I front of him and his face was full of confusion
"ďrèams" it said and below the title it was words of a..a different language? It didn't look like anything he'd seen before.
"CRASH!"
It came from downstairs, like the table had been broken. He ran to the stairs and saw men. Men in masks and baggy like clothes, the shirt and trousers were connected and a grayish colour, screams echoed through the house, a man then looked at him with worried eyes and was about to say something but he was.. he was dead. and all 7 year old yuko could do was stand there paralysed as he watched his family being brutually murdered in front of him by katana like knives.
"YUKO! SAVE US"
"YUKO! WHY DID U WATCH US DIE"
"YUKO!!"
"THE BOOK"
"YUKO! RUN!"
The words building up in his mind loudly.
"NO!!" Yuko woke up screaming.
"WHY! WHY DID YOU DO IT? FATHER, MOTHER!"
He looked around the room, his room, it was massive with marble floors and leather chairs all put together with a oakwood wardrobe and study table.
"what was that language?" Yukos mind raced around while the door suddenly opened to reveal his adoptive mum coming in worriedly, he knew he was adopted he knew he had a family but he never knew what happened to them, why was he having this dream?
"Mum, what happened to my real parents?" He asked straightforwardly.
"Oh honey we have no idea, the orphanage said the police just found you sleeping on the street at night, with a brown book" She paused trying to recall. "Yes, and they quickly took that book to a library while taking u to the orphanage."
Yukos eyes widened as he realised she was describing the book but.. it didn't make sense. Why was that book in his dream? He swore to himself that morning to never mention anything again since school was starting soon out of fear, fear something was there, waiting for his move, what was this?