Stellar Saviors

eleventh chapter

    I was standing in a weird void, nothingness surrounding me. I couldn't feel my legs at all, much like the day after Stirling's. . . .
    Realizing I could actually feel in this as compared to others that were memories. Plus, I was aware of this dream. Could I wake myself up, if I really needed to? Curiosity was holding me in, why is this dream different?
    I stood there only able to move my head to look around. It was getting a little worrisome, just feeling stuck here.
     "Ugrasil?" I called out, maybe it's a break finally. My god heard me, hopefully. That wouldn't explain the lack of feeling in my legs though.
      "You should hope your God can hear you here," the voice called out, this time I could hear it audibly. "You should pray he can help you after what you've done," it went on, the noise circling me. I couldn't move, not that I wanted to. But now I feel frozen entirely.
     The outline of a tall person shaded in my vision. Familiar spikes on the head pointing every direction. His helm. Was this confirmation it was the Golden One.
    "Why didn't you tell me who you were from the start? Why hide that," I questioned, forced to stare straight ahead at the figure.
    "You'd go to the Khagvek immediately. You humans are so fond of being obedient and flock to the strongest rule. You being the prime example,"  his voice was distorted, reminding me of the first time I heard it in the tower.
       "Is that why you speak to me, or is it because I was your voice?" If I kept getting information maybe I could help them.
       "You are my voice still. You talk for me to them, confirming I'm still alive. That warrior couldn't finish me because of you. You helped me. You can say you're innocent, but whether you accept it or not, I'm a part of you. You see him and you feel my emotion. He sees you and you feel the feeling I felt when he had me by my throat. It is because of you I am still alive. I owe that to you enough to keep you alive, for now" he went on with explaining, his shaded form edging closer to me. His arm lifting.
       "But if you step out of line again. I will hunt you down, and I will kill you," the speck of pupil in his eyes burned into me as an elongated finger pointed forward, digging into my ribs.

      I woke up with a jump, my eyes stared at the floor. A faint sting burned from my chest. He's going to kill me.  I know he will, if not that he'll hurt me. My head swiveled to meet pure tan eyes looking down at me. It registered in my brain I said that first sentence aloud, and Milky must have heard.
    She and a few others, Ahvertaa and the Beacon of Rebirth, were in the room with me still. I must've fallen asleep on the floor after me and Ahvertaa's talk. Milky was watching me with glossy eyes.
       "He'll kill you? The Goldon One?" She asked, the others must have filled her in on the situation. I debated what to say, would he kill me for telling them what he said this time?
       My eyes wavered to the Beacon of Rebirth. He stood with crossed arms, his eyes relaxing as I met his. Was he glaring before? I debated in my head the choices. Killed by the Golden One or losing the trust of the Khagvek warriors. Maybe it wasn't too hard of a decision.

     I'd rambled about the dream to them, they all looked shaken the second I mentioned I even had one. Lolti did explain that dreams were usually messages. Mine certainly was one, or maybe more a warning.
     They stayed quiet for a few minutes, contemplating the dream. It sounded way straight forward to me. The Golden One was alive and possibly planning something. I wasn't sure what to think. He was out there in the forest, the forest full of mutants. How was he surviving out there? Too many questions ran through my head. I could see each of them exchanging glances. Nobody seemed to know what to say.
    Until the Beacon of Rebirth stepped forward. I could see hate burning in his eyes. Ahvertaa mentioned he wanted to go out there. If him and Marganz are confident enough to fight the mutants, why can't they hunt him down? Maybe it's rude to believe they should handle it alone, but the Beacon wanted to kill him. Why stop him? Ignoring the fact that's what I did by entering that room.
     "Where's Light-year currently," He spoke up, looking between everyone. Milky raised her hand to bring attention to herself.
     "He should be in the Forth Colony. Are you wanting him to consult the mothership?"
    The Beacon of Rebirth only nodded his head, pulling the communication device from his pocket. He disappeared into the hallway as the hologram appeared.
   "What does that mean, aren't they in space or something," how could they help if they're all the way up there?
     "Members of the mothership are very wise and could offer us knowledge of what to do. Light-year has a. . . Close connection with the mothership due to his lineage. He's bound to join them when he is taken over by another in a duel for his title as Beacon of Devotion," Milky explained. I was glad she was here, Ahvertaa looked as if he was falling asleep at the table.
       "You believe they'll know what to do about the Golden One," I added and finally left where I sat on the floor. Instead taking a seat around the table. The action startled Ahvertaa but he relaxed after seeing it was just me.
      "I do believe so, they know everything, " she sounded confident. Maybe I can trust it. If not, we will figure something out. And if not that, then I guess he'll just come after me at some point.
    It took a few minutes but the Beacon of Rebirth entered the room once more with a now closed communication device. Everyone looked up to him now.
     "Light-year says the earliest he can get here will be after the moon comes up. Best to try and plan something before then," he explained, taking a seat further from me. Silence fell again. Now their attention was turned to me. Milky extended a hand towards me, gently pressing against my arm.
     "If you could, we'd prefer if you weren't here. In case Glaxxon can hear our plans through you."
     I see. It didn't hurt any less, but I did understand. With a nod I got up and took my leave, pulling the door closed behind me. Now what do I do? I didn't want to return home yet, it was too early. I didn't want to leave the city, it didn't feel like an appropriate time to do that.
     I'll just walk. To the elevator. Out the tower. Through the city, past tables and stations. It felt like everyone knew, but there was no way they possibly could. Right? Eyes, in every direction, anyone I passed, I could only focus on their eyes. I walked on, my feet taking me on instinct.
     The familiar pavement brought a sting to my brain. My feet were taking me to the house. No, I don't want to go back to that house. I don't need anymore rest. A pang rang through my head, a sharp stabbing feeling. Overwhelming dizziness made my legs cross. I stayed upright but I knew I would sit down.
    I'm fine, this is him, not me. My body is fine he's just messing with me. Right?  That has to be what this is. My mind didn't feel mine. Flashes of memories replaying. Stirling. The mutant. The gunfire. This is him messing with me. It's not me-