The Bellunucis

Dreams

I had got much-needed rest and felt refreshed to meet with the high witch. Her office was on the third story, and it had a splendid view. The walls were replaced by glass at the back, which was a great decision by the architect. Through the window, you could see the most beautiful garden. On the south side, there was a woodland of trees. It was breathtaking and magnificent. In front of me sat a beautiful lady smiling brightly at me.

     "I see. It's beautiful, isn't it?" she stated.
     "Yes," I answered.

     "The forest witches maintain it," she said. Her expression changes, and so does my interest in the garden.

"How is Frederick?" asked Florence.

     "He is doing well, even though he sometimes overworked himself," I replied with my interest piqued. I wanted to know more about my grandfather and their friendship. I only heard about her because I was coming here.

     "That's the Frederick I know, always working on some project," she responded with a nostalgic look.

Our meeting was uneventful. She told me what was expected of me and to always follow the rules. I went to get lunch and went back to my dorm room. My roommate was already there unpacking her luggage. I introduced myself.
"Hi. How are you? I am Angelina, and you are?"

She replied with a barely audible tone,
"Monica."

I got that she was distracted, but that was impolite. Anyway, I went to my side of the room and checked on my schedule for classes tomorrow. I had Introduction to Potions, but I doubt I needed it because I've practiced all basic spells at home. The day went by uneventfully, so I spent it in my room reading books I got from the library. They were advanced with spells for infusing magic into potions to accelerate healing and many other things. I have never done that, but I wanted to. It's going to be a long journey here before I accomplish these things, and I am already feeling homesick. Night had fallen quicker than I anticipated, and I almost missed dinner. Monica hasn't been back, and I am wondering where she was.

Before you knew it, I was fast asleep. I was dreaming the same dream I dreamt the night before. My heart was beating for this man, no, a vampire. It was like watching my life play out in a foreign body. I don't know this person, why am I feeling this way? I should have run from him, but here I was, staring at him with so much love. I looked down, and his hand was in my chest, and he ripped my heart out.

I woke up in a cold sweat, trembling; it felt real. It was surreal, and I couldn't go back to sleep. I opted for a night stroll in the garden from Florence's office. It was calming and peaceful. There were seats and statues all around that became part of the flowers' home. I took my time to explore the garden. The fireflies and aroma from the flowers were pleasant.

Not too far away, the forest looked dark and menacing, a contrast to the beautiful garden with glowing lights from the insects and from the moon.
Life is all about opposites, duality, yin and yang. I wondered if the dream was showing me my yang. It can't be a coincidence that I am dreaming the same dream two nights in a row.
I absent-mindedly came to an area where the moon didn't shine and saw a silhouette of a man. I was shocked. What could he possibly be doing in the dark? He looked up and saw me and disappeared right before my eyes.    "Teleportation!" I whispered.
I went to my room, and sleep never came. I stared at the ceiling until the sun rose.