Enaeya

02 - Dreams Woven by Fate

"...elp!"

"...help!"

"Help me!"

I could hear countless screams echoing in my head, piercing through the darkness that surrounded me. The smell of blood filled my nostrils, making me gag with dread. I knew something terrible had happened, but I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes and face the horror before me.

When I finally mustered the courage to look, I saw lifeless bodies scattered on the ground, their blood pooling around them in a sickening display of violence. My heart raced in my chest, and I took a step forward, only to stumble over something soft and warm beneath my feet.

I looked down, and my breath caught in my throat as I saw my lover, Damian, lying motionless at my feet. His eyes were empty, staring up at me with a haunting expression that sent shivers down my spine. I fell to my knees beside him, shaking with fear and sorrow as I realized that he was truly gone.

The darkness seemed to swallow me whole as I knelt there, the screams of the people around me growing louder and more desperate. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I turned to see a shadowy figure standing over me, their features obscured by the gloom.

"Don't be afraid, Enaeya," the figure whispered in a voice that sent chills down my spine. "This is your destiny, to witness the darkness and despair that plagues this world. This... is your doing"

I tried to scream, to fight against the suffocating grip of terror that held me in its grasp, but my voice was lost in the cacophony of screams that filled the air. The figure reached out a hand towards me, and I felt a coldness seep into my bones, freezing me in place.

And then, as suddenly as it had begun, the nightmare ended. I woke up in a cold sweat, my heart pounding in my chest as I realized it had all been just a dream. I lay there in the darkness of my room, my mind reeling with the horror of what I had just experienced.

I closed my eyes, trying to push the images from my mind, but they lingered like a ghost, haunting me with their gruesome details. I could still feel Damian's lifeless body beneath my feet, and I could still hear the echoes of the screams that had filled the air.

"Damian..." I whispered in a shuddered voice, pulling the covers tighter around me as I tried to shake off the lingering sense of dread that clung to me like a shadow. The darkness pressed in on me from all sides, suffocating me with its oppressive weight.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging inside me. I knew that I had to shake off the remnants of the nightmare, to face the new day with courage and strength. And so I shut my eyes back, hoping that the sun would rise earlier then. Yet, the silence lulled me back to sleep, and just like any other dreams, this night's nightmare faded from my memories.

...

"..eya!"

"...naeya!"

"Enaeya, wake up!"

My eyes flew open as I heard my mother's voice calling me, like a bell tolling out the day, cutting through the remnants of my slumber. It was both comforting and demanding, a siren call that stirred my heart.

The soft light of dawn peeked through the thin curtains of my modest room, painting the walls with gentle hues of gold. I lay in bed, cocooned in warmth, entwined in a daze that felt almost too real. In it, winds played melodies whispering tantalizing secrets of distant lands, yet I was pulled from that ethereal realm by a familiar voice of my mother, urging me to hurry.