Inside Umbra's Ruins ✓ [Umbra's Fate #2]

ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴ: ᴀɢᴀᴛʜᴀ

New dream, new meeting.

After her first two encounters with Lorcan, she was already able to recognize the peculiarities of her dream world.

More than a particular detail, it was a feeling that gave away where she was, added to the fact that her last memory was going to bed after another brutal training session with Cadoc.

Of all the false scenarios that night was undoubtedly her favorite. The house Agatha had grown up in was waiting for her, specially decorated for the occasion.

Even if she could visit her parents' house at that time it would look different from the one in her dream. The living room of that house had the yellow wallpaper that she had drawn when she learned to hold a marker, instead of the floral one her mother put up last year. And one of the wooden chairs was replaced by her first chair whose pink color was as vibrant as twenty years ago.

The old tube television was showing the animated series that she loved to watch so much after returning from kindergarten. But it wasn't just any chapter, it was the Christmas special.

What day was it?

After spending so much time locked up in the demon mansion it was hard to tell.

The possibility that it was already Christmas was not so far-fetched. If that was the case then for the first time in her life she would be spending the holidays away from her parents.

Agatha walked over to the photo that was in the center of the table. Ever since the three of them took their first photo together, her father made sure to always leave one on the table so they could remember their good times every day.

That one kept a memory of Agatha's first day of elementary school. She couldn't remember much about that morning, but from what she was told, she had been talking non-stop about all the things she wanted to do and had even prepared drawings for what would be her new friends.

She missed them too much, she just hoped that Lorcan could keep his promise.

At least the scenario of her dream gave her hope.

The young woman hugged the photo and sat on the floor, by the fireplace. There she waited, watching the flames, until the sound of the front door opening filled the room.

"Look, it's our house."

Agatha jumped to her feet. That was her mother's voice, the one she had longed to hear for so long.

"It has the old decoration," William commented. "This is her dream? She should be around, right?"

The young woman ran in the direction of the voices, leaving the photo forgotten.

"Remember, you won't be able to see or hear her, but you'll know when she's here," Lorcan said.

The ability to hold back her tears left Agatha the instant she saw her parents. They looked like the last time they said goodbye to her in the same room they were at that moment, actually, they seemed much more tired.

She couldn't take it anymore.

Agatha lunged at the two of them, crushing them together in a big hug. She rested her head between her parents' shoulders as she wrapped one of her arms around each one.

"Here you are." William returned the hug with a big smile present on his face.

Next to him, Cara wouldn't stop crying. She wrapped one of her arms against her daughter's back as she tried to talk.