Chains of Vengeance

Chapter 154: Frozen Dreams, Adventure in the Snowy Mountain

Narinder, entering the room, let his robe fall with a graceful and slow movement. The warm glow of the candles flickered softly on his fur, illuminating his figure as he approached the bed. Lambert and Goliath were already there, waiting for him. Lambert smiled tenderly, and Goliath, with his usual attitude somewhere between rough and gentle, extended an arm in invitation. Narinder, without hesitation, lay down between them, letting both of them surround him with their arms.

The shared embrace was warm and comforting, a perfect mix of softness and strength. Lambert rested his head against Narinder's chest, while Goliath placed a firm hand on his waist, as if he wanted to make sure that Narinder would not escape from his side. Narinder put an arm around each of them, enveloping them with affection. Their tails intertwined beneath the blankets, and the soft sound of their breathing began to sync up, creating a calm melody that filled the room.

Narinder closed his eyes, allowing himself a moment of absolute peace. The warmth of his two loves enveloped him completely, filling every corner of his being with a happiness he didn't know he could experience. As his thoughts faded away, he felt the weight of the day disappear and tiredness replaced by a deep sense of security. "This is where I belong," he thought, before sinking into a peaceful sleep.

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In his dream, Narinder walked through a vast snowy forest, where silence enveloped him like a soft blanket. There was no cold to bother his skin nor wind to disrupt the calm. Each step he took crunched lightly beneath his boots, leaving small footprints in the pristine snow. The sky was a golden and pink sunset, while the snow, far from being completely white, reflected delicate blue hues, as if tinted by the light of a magical world.

He wore a handmade winter outfit, with soft goat fur pants and a lamb wool coat that protected him from the cold, although he knew he didn't need it. He caressed the texture of the fabric from time to time, enjoying its softness, as if it were a reminder of the two beings he loved so much. Every detail of the landscape was perfect: the frost-covered pines, the elongated shadows on the snow, and the fresh air that seemed to fill his chest with a strange feeling of freedom.

He was in no hurry and had no clear destination. He simply enjoyed the moment, letting his thoughts flow like the frozen river that ran in the distance. Maybe, he told himself, he could climb to the top of some nearby mountain, build a wooden board with his own hands, and slide down the slope to the snow-covered valley. The thought brought a smile to his face, one he didn't have to share with anyone, but one he felt deep within.

At that moment, he didn't bother to question where he was or why he had come here. It was a lonely landscape, but not sad; relaxing, but not empty. Narinder moved forward, letting the magic of sleep envelop him, certain that even though he was alone at that moment, he would soon find something—or someone—that would make him feel even more complete.

Narinder ran along the snowy path with boundless excitement, jumping in the snowdrifts with the lightness of a child who doesn't know the weight of worries. With each jump, he raised a cloud of white flakes that fell slowly, reflecting the soft hues of the sky. Sometimes he threw himself to the ground, spreading his arms and legs to make snow angels. His laughter echoed in the cold air, warm and sincere, like an echo of simpler times. He didn't realize that his body had changed during that journey; He was now small, looking like he had at ten years old, and his third eye was gone.

Each discovery filled him with excitement. He climbed the nearby pine trees with agility, swinging from branch to branch while humming forgotten songs from his childhood. The creaking of the branches under his weight did not intimidate him; on the contrary, it made him laugh even more. From up high, he could see the winding path to a mountain in the distance, but he was in no hurry to reach it. He would come down from the trees with long leaps, letting more snow fall around him, as if he were in the middle of an endless adventure.