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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I lay my bag on the opposite side of my bed. I was able to get a room at Old Jerry's Hotel. I showed my face saying that I was in urgent need of a place to say. It definitely wasn't one of my brightest moments, but I had no other choice. The troll's face at the counter lit up when he saw me, and was very generous in giving me a room for however long I must stay. I promised that when I was able to return home, I would come back with treasures for him, which he blushed at saying that there was no need.
My head aches on the pillow, still in aftershock from the earthquake. My left shoulder hurts from the satchel that I have carried all day. Everything is in pain, and all I can do is lie here on my back. For the first time in a while, my eyelids feel heavy and my breathing slows on its own. I almost forgot that this was the way falling asleep was supposed to be like. I don't have my gift. I have my own brain back again instead of being constantly awake for others. If it took it away, how am I going to get it back? Its who I am. It is everything I have worked for, and yet the time where I need it the most... it is gone.
I roll onto my side, curling into a ball. Closing my eyes I try not to think about what the woman at the café said. It's all too much. Everything is happening all at once. The voice, the dream, the feather, the earthquake, and now this woman. My brain tries to wrap around it all, but I cannot find rest.
I open my eyes staring at the sewn leather bag. Every stich was carefully placed. Two pieces, one seam kept together by a thread. And as I look closer, it is almost as if the dance... moving back and forth...
"Ahh!" I cover my mouth before my yell alarms anyone. Waiting for a moment, the bag moves again, something inside coming alive. With my fingertips, I inch my hand closer to the flap of the bag. Flipping it open, I wait with my eyes wide and my hand back over my mouth.
The bag moves some more. To the right, to the left, up and down. Until a familiar furry paw come out of the bag.
"Mineous?"
Mineous steps out of the satchel. His black and white fur in a mess from being in the bag.
"That's why my shoulder huts. I've been carrying you all day," I tell him with a sigh.
Mineous's looks up at me blinking his sparkling blue eyes. "You can't be here, Mineous," I whisper.
Cocking his head to the side, he keeps staring. "What am I supposed to do with you?"
Looking down, he walks towards me, curling against my lap like he does every day in the chapel.
"Did you get out before the chapel split?" I ask, knowing that it seems crazy that I am talking to this cat.
His soft fur warms my legs, his rhythmic purr lulling me back into a dream like state. Carefully I lie back down, Mineous coming with me. He curls against my chest, tucking his dainty paws under his sort fur. We fall asleep into the darkly lit room, and all I can hear is the soft purring.
