Leylila lives in the 21st century with her family in Cairo, Egypt and her Father is the very rich and esteemed archaeologist Santiago Fitorie. But one day when Leylila goes with her father and brothers to a newly discovered tomb, she finds a hidden...
I was drowning and clawing at my neck to get air into my lungs but nothing would come. I was eternally struggling until then, in the depths of the darkness, came a light. And once again I was on land, gasping for my breath and no longer drowning.
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Laying on my side drenched in water I noticed that I was now in a farmer's field with dead crops all around me. I glanced to my left and saw a tall faceless man in a black cloak walking slowly toward me. I panicked and began to run but something grabbed my ankles and to my horror I looked down to see hands clawing and digging at me from beneath the ground, dragging me down with them.
I screamed and tried to grab at anything but there was nothing but dirt and before I was summoned back down to the dark depths of the earth. I screamed for somebody to help me and when I look back over at the faceless man, a new horror stared back at me. The man did, in fact, have a face. But where the eyes and mouth should have been, were stitched up patches and buttons of an unseeing and unspeaking face.
Once I was dragged under beneath the earth's surface there was a blissful moment of nothing, but then there was an intense burning.
I was in Hell.
I screamed and screamed into the pit of fire and saw burning flesh and a familiar laughing voice as it rang out against my pleas and begging for mercy.
There were strong hands shaking me, very roughly might I add, and I was jolted awake from my nightmares. I was looking into the worried eyes of General Mendes and I realized I was crying and shaking and I thought I was going to throw up so I pushed him aside and ran to the corner of the room and lost what little I had in my stomach in a nice (and expensive) looking vase.
The pain and the torture had felt so real I remember every agonizing detail of the dream and it frightened me to linger on what it all meant. While I had been throwing up (again, ugh) General Mendes had stayed quiet but now he was back by my side again and seemed very uncomfortable as he spoke.
"You were screaming so much you woke up the whole floor and my room was a short distance from here so when I arrived I saw you thrashing and crying out in your bed, so I tried to wake you."
I eyed Mendes for a moment before making my way to the bed again and sat down slowly realizing that I had been sweating a great deal and really hoped I didn't smell.
"I-I-I was having a nightmare.... I think... It was so surreal.. I could feel the flames, feel myself dying." As I stuttered out my train of thought I unconsciously stroked my neck still feeling breathless after I had almost drowned.
"I don't know where exactly you come from but here, we Egyptians believe that dreams are very powerful and mean a great deal to our sleeping minds." Mendes was being kind and spoke softly but I was confused by what he would have meant by that. Yes I had almost drowned but what had the rest meant?
