Roya is the Lady of the Land of Dreams. A walker through the fantasies of everyone in her kingdom. That's her duty, and since then she has not had a dream of her own. But, what happens when Roya starts to see visions and hear voices that are unlike...
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Walking out of Jeanie's house, I make my journey to see Edward. I have to warn him.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
His question in my nightmare haunts me. My heart feels heavy as I make my way up the valley. She didn't say anything. No thank you, no I hope you're safe, not even a goodbye.
Every limb goes against me walking up the valley, but I fight against it. He needs to know. And whether Edward of Jeanie, or both will tell my mother or Oneria, it doesn't matter anymore. I look over to the mountain peak, the sun still struggling to peak through. I don't want that to be the reality, why can't people see that. Why can't people see that I am doing this for them?
Approaching the chapel doors, I slow my breathing, biting back the tears that beg to escape my eyes. I think back to my dream. I was standing right here. But... this chapel... it was gone. It was collapsed just like everything else will be. Everything will be gone.
I open the door. I'm surprised to find Edward already kneeling. He looks so peaceful. The sun shines across his face making him glow.
He lifts his eye up when I enter. Off of his knees and walking towards me, a smile on his face.
"Roya, how are you today," he says pleasantly. Then, I can see the moment where he actually sees my face. Just like everyone else, his brows knit together in a panic. "What is the matter?"
"We need to talk," I whisper under my breath.
His face falls. His arms subconsciously reach out to me but wrapping my own arms around myself, I step back.
"Roya. Will you please just tell me what the matter is? You are starting to frighten me." There is a slight chuckle in his voice trying to raise the spirits, but there is nothing to be done.
Gripping my arm, I squeeze until it starts to go numb. I pinch my lips together keeping my rising weeping from escaping me. I look over to the side, the sun reflecting off the window.
The moon and the sun. Two by two. Together.
"Um..." I start, but my words choke on each other. "Edward... there is something that is going to happen."
His face looks puzzled. Squinting his eyes he still tries to search for something that I have not yet told him.
"Are you in any danger?" he asks, his voice rising.
"No, no. But... you might be..."
"What is going on?" He looks from side to side. "Come here. Sit."
I follow him to the back pew that he offered, sliding in slouching my back against the back. He scoots in next to me, his leather boots squeaking up against the polished floor. He settles in, and for a moment I can't take my eyes off the window. There is so much difference, so much departure, yet they work together. Sun and moon. Day and night. Darkness and light.
