Have you ever walked outside at night? When it's so dark and you can't see a thing at first? I often do that and I'm never afraid. Because I know that after a while my eyes will adjust to the dark and I will be able to make things stand out. I'm alw...
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Have you ever walked outside at night? When it's so dark and you can't see a thing at first? I often do that and I'm never afraid. Because I know that after a while my eyes will adjust to the dark and I will be able to make things stand out. I'm always safe. I always know where I am.
But not today, it was so dark, all I could see was a suffocating darkness around me. Aria my wolf huffed in annoyance when even she couldn't see a thing or couldn't pick up a scent around us.
'Ophelia, what's happening?' she muttered.
'I don't know' I whispered back aloud. The words had barely left my mouth when I heard something running quickly in our direction. I ran, not knowing what direction I was going. I tripped over something and fell flat on my face. Feeling a presence behind me I screamed and tried to crawl away from it.
"OPHELIA! Wake up princess, you are dreaming again." Dad's voice broke through the darkness and pulled me back. I woke up with a gasp. My heart was beating wildly in my chest. Sweat stuck to my forehead and I still had the feeling that someone or something was chasing me.
"Dad" I mumbled seeing him sitting on my bed.
"That dream again?" he asked with concern in his eyes.
I nodded at him. "It's always the same dream," I said and flopped back down on my bed.
Dad hummed and opened my window, I enjoyed the soft breeze of the wind on my face that came in through my open window. Dad knew to not ask more about the dream. I couldn't explain it, I have tried many times, but I can't.
"Breakfast is almost ready, take a shower, it will do you good. And Fay?" I opened my eyes and looked at him. "Happy Birthday princess," he gave me a kiss on my forehead.
"Thank you, dad. I'll be right there."
The sun was already shining brightly, and I heard the birds sing their song. I listened to the noises in the house. Mom and dad tried to be quiet, but I heard them in the kitchen talking. They were worried about 'the dream'. I flopped my blanket back and got ready for the day.
"Happy Birthday honey" Mom said when I walked in the kitchen. She gave me a hug and handed me a wrapped gift. "I found it in a secondhand bookstore. I hope you'll like it," she revealed not being able to contain her excitement about it.
"Thank you, mom" I unwrapped the gift and gasped, I absolutely adore old books. It was an old tick book, clearly used a lot. But still fairly well kept. The cover was a bit cracked; the binding was coming loose here and there but I loved it. It had a dark-green hardcover, the title was printed in gold but was almost gone, my recipes, I think. I opened it carefully and flipped through it, I did find recipes for tea, drinks for illnesses like migraine and many more, drawings of plants and explanations of them.
