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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The flats of my feet ache and throb. My breath is ragged, my chest in pain.
Running. I have just been running. I know where I need to go, and I know how to get there. I try to fear, but I can't. I can't even the feel the fear of the other people in Oneria. No more walking, no more reading. It's gone. I'm... gone.
I have to do this. It took something from me and Deorcaya will not take anything more. I need to understand. It wants something from Oneria, and I have a pretty good idea of what it is. It took my gift, it is after my mother, and it destroyed the chapel.
That chapel has been standing since the beginning of time. Some even say it was the birthplace of Kairos. The chapel of time and space. It brought divinity and unity. It is legend that the spirits of Kairos gathered there before the birth of any other creature. The spirits strength was pure, and their purity showed when they created Kairos.
The crack. It can only mean one thing. Division.
Deorcaya wants separation. They want to separate the goodness in this world, and through that, the dark will seize light, and dreams will become myth.
The voice was very clear, and it has made it's time known. I just hope I won't be late.
My legs keep winding. Back and forth. Back and forth. One step, two step, three step, four. Over under, over... I keep going. The clouds have already darkened, the air already sending a chill. Covering my arms, I brace for the chill.
The damn mountain. I press my lips together in anger.
I did this.
I venture near the eastern side of Oneria. Following the path that Jeanie and I used to take into Omni. Of course I don't have the horse drawn carriage that we had when we were little so the journey there will be twice as long. I run my fingers through my hair, the sweat on my forehead making it stick to my face.
I look up at the sun, but then I realize the sweat must be coming from certain fear that I feel, because the sun resides behind a thick layer of clouds. Never in years has Oneria ever had an overcast. The earthquake was like Oneria being shaken up like a snow globe.
Every noise is loud. The silence is deafening. I've never wanted to hear chatter so badly.
The chipmunks moving in the tall grass, the flaps of wind from butterflies, and even the crawling of the insects makes me cringe. It's like my walking training all over again. Everything at first seemed so loud and overbearing, but now that the noise is gone, I can finally hear the earth, and as calming as it sounds in my head, my stomach and head both pound in unison the more I focus on it.
To distract myself, I start to hum. Hitting notes here and there, and I am able to relax myself back into the steady rhythm of back and forth. One step, two step. Over and under. My mind wanders to the faces of those I love. Jeanie, who has always been by my side, looking me in the face like I was crazy. My mother, trying to decipher the little information that I had given her, her thin brows moving all across her forehead. And Edward's defeated face when I told him I would be leaving.
