bexitys journey

THE DREAM

Bexity sat in a solitary meadow, calm, somehow. she knew what was happening in the awake world. despite what she had seen, she didnt feel the need to speak up, not yet.

Suddenly, she felt something staring at her. looking around, she stood, not noticing anything out of the ordinary. until she spotted a sand colored cat in a tree, its eyes a brilliant blue.

It licked a paw, but its eerie gaze didnt leave bexity, its tail was translucent, leaving the bone visible to the naked eye, flicking without struggle.

"you again!? whats with you and disturbing my dreams!?" bexity challenged the cat, who jumped down, flicking its tail and padding away

"oh so your gonna start this follow me shit again." despite complaining, bexity followed the cat.

"if this is about whats been happening, i know already... and i know you ca..." bexity fell silent as the trees around her died, and the air became hard to breathe "what is this you damn cat!?"

The cat sat down, staring at bexity calmly. "ans-" bexity looked past the cat, at a giant and familiar house, as it began to crumble. screams and pleading cries could be heard from the rubble, and bexity was shoved around as many figures ran from it.

Most of them were faceless, although some were recognizable. winter... shockwave... blade... everyones faces were twisted with fear. all except one. one face was not there.

As it set in what this meant, the figures faded, and the cat dipped its head "you see things others cannot, and, dear bexity, you cannot stay hushed forever. When the moment comes that what is false seems real a sudden death mark an era of honor."

"what death!? what am i supposed to do!?" but it was too late, the cat had already faded away.
-----
It had been a week since the dream, but nothing has happened, maybe the dream-cat was just her going crazy?

But still, every time she closed her eyes she saw the mansion crumbling and one face missing from the crowd escaping it.

And those blue eyes, the way they eerily glowed as the cat watched the house crumble without so much as a tail flick... It sent shivers up the raccoons spine every time she thought of it.

But now she hadn't been visited since.. right?

Wrong.

The feeling of being watched never left, and even when she was visibly alone she never felt alone, no matter what.

It was a sickening feeling, quite literally, she wanted to puke when she felt someone staring now.

This was bad, very very bad, which is why she's now packing food and clothing, brown eyes burning with determination.

She was going to find out why she felt this way.

And who that cat was.

No matter the consequences.