firefly 𑁋 salvis.

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As Travis lays curled up on his bed that night, he finally brings himself to approach the truth. His discovery yesterday, as he was dragged away from the room with the hole. He's still very confused about the mechanics of the religious group his father leads, but he does know a few things. He knows he's seen that room before, in a dream. He knows in that very dream, he was standing in the very place his father stood. And he knew that in that dream, he was being dragged- Although not easily- To kneel on the opposing side of the hole from his father.

But what were the circumstances behind it all? Travis does not know. He hoped his dreams would tell him before he had to find out himself, but he doubts it. The prophetic dreams come to him randomly, with no indicators that they may happen at any point. They just happen, and usually Travis shoves them off to the back of his mind when he wakes. They're too odd, too distressing for him to bring himself to read into.

But now, he supposes he must. Clearly something is trying to tell him something. But why? Why him? Was he going to save the world from this cult? Was he going to save the world from his father? He didn't think he would get to find that out from a dream. Clearly these dreams are real events that are going to happen, but the real questions remain; when and why?

He slips off of his bed and onto the floor, kneeling at his bedside. Travis looks up at the only thing hanging from the walls in his room- the cross above his bed. He has a small cross on each wall of his room, as well as one at the head of his bed. Five crosses in total- protection from evil that may come from any direction. The four on the walls are all the same, small wooden crosses crafted by his father. The one at the head of his bed is set apart, though. It is wooden as well, however it's set apart from the others by the figure of Jesus hanging from it. Travis doesn't like looking at that one very much.

He bows his head, clasps his hands, takes a deep breathe at the feeling of his scraped knees on the hard wood flooring. Travis thinks of what he wants to pray about. A million thoughts spring to his mind, but he doesn't want to pray for all of them. He does not want to seem selfish, asking for so much at once. Rather, he picks two that seem most important to him at the moment. The others can wait for later.

Dear God, please save me from the darkness my father showed me. Please don't let it take me. I am your disciple, I do not belong to The Endless One. I had no choice. Please understand I had no choice.