The Dreams Of Dreamers

Chapter deux

(This is what I imagine the book looks like)
Some of the words in this chapter are in French. Below are the translations!
Bonjour mamma, j'ai bien dormi. = morning mom, I slept well.
belle rêver. = beautiful dream.
Pute = bitch
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I ran down the stairs two at a time excited for today with my book held tightly against my chest with one hand and the other holding my necklace. Today was the day that my dad came home from his business trip and I couldn't wait to see him.

"Good mornin' mama how are you today?" I asked my mom after giving her a kiss on her cheek.

My entire family learned English as their second language so they could speak with Primrose's family but I learned English from 6th grade up till my second year of high school so I already know a lot of it.

"Morning! How was your night?" She asked me in her thick French accent.

"Bonjour mamma, j'ai bien dormi. I had that fantastical dream again." My mom laughed quietly.

"Honey 'fantastical' is not a word." I jokingly scowled at my mother. In my world it is.

"What was this fantastical dream of yours about this time anyways?" My mood brightened at her question.

"Oh, mamma It was magical. I was with the beautiful one again and oh mamma I loved it. I mean you wouldn't think this one could be considered beautiful but he- she was. Actually of course you could consider a person beautiful what am I saying. We were together for the whole dream but I just found out a name even though  this type of dream has happened before."

Ok yeah you might have figured this out, but I haven't told my mom I'm gay. I love her and everything but that's why I can't risk her finding out and not loving me like she does now. She most likely would accept me too, but I just have a fear that things won't be the same. Even now, it sounds totally irrational.

I almost slipped up there too. Sure I have thought about flipping my imaginary long hair and strutting out of that closet like Celine Dion or even Èdith Piaf but alas I cannot because I am a little pute when it comes to things like this.

"Ah, and here I thought my son was going to tell me all about his first wet dream." My mom joked. I visibly cringed.

"May I be the first to say, ew. And secondly my dreams are not for your leisure!"

"Honestly, that sounds like a belle rêver." My mom said smiling at me. She knew all about my dreams but she didn't know that they revolved around a guy. I never outright said they were about a girl, but I'm terrible at lying so I never specified.

Oh my gosh, I am such a hopeless romantic. But not really. I mean I like reading stories about how two different people fall in love and despite all odds find a way to love and be loved, but I also know how impractical it is.

I should know I went through one of those. His name was Niccolo but I always called him Nico. So anyways he was the bad boy of our school and he had transferred here from Italy. Like every other girl and some guys in our school, I liked him because he was like the Zeus to our teenage Athena's and he liked me so we started dating though we had to keep it a secret from my parents. And like Zeus he cheated on me, and not with just anyone, but with my best friend of all people and then some.

Lost in my thoughts I was brought back once I heard my dad's voice. I squealed and looked at my mom only to not find her excited at all. I was so happy that I almost didn't see the look of dread in my mom's eyes. Almost.

"Mamma are you alright?" I asked. Before she could answer my father came into the kitchen. The conversation was not forgotten but I started ranting to my dad even though I would ask her later.

My mom was the type of person that never wanted someone to view her as weak so it would be hard to get her to open up.

"Poppa, how was your trip? I missed you so much. Are you tired or hungry? Do you want to sit? What am I doing you probably do want to sit? I will go get a chair. One second." I was about to leave the kitchen to get a chair but my mom laughed and my dad pulled me back.

"Hello, my little healer." My dad hugged me and looked at my mom with love in his eyes. I almost sighed at that. I wish one day I could have a love like theirs. I looked at my mom and what I saw really surprised me.

There was a hatred in her eyes though I could still see and feel the love she had for him.

My dad started towards my mom but she stood up, a white flame ignited from her hands, and her eyes glowed blue. He took another step with his hands forward and she threw the flames at him which he deflected once he made a black shield out of thin air.

The only thing I could think of in that moment was surprisingly Star Wars. But I mean they are from two different sides of magic so it does make sense for me to be thinking of Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader. But Darth Vader turned out to be Luke's dad so I probably shouldn't think of my mom and dad like that. I cringed at how my thoughts started to turn to all the father-son relationships I've read about and liked for some reason. Dang it Wattpad! You're ruining my views of the world!

Focus sage! Remember fight? Oh yeah! Thanks, brain! She threw another one which he tried to block but couldn't and it hit him in the leg. I didn't understand what was going on but I knew I had to help my dad.

I walked over to him and knelt down next to him. I got my book and said, "quod in carmine sanet." The book opened and flipped to a page with a drawing of a music box. As soon as the music started I watched as the light flowed from my hands while I whispered some parts of the spell. I didn't need to, but I found it comforting. His is leg started to heal while my mom was still fuming.

Well I guess it's story time.

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HELLOOOOOOO!!!! How my rain clouds doin'? Are you enjoying the story so far? Well I hope so because I am not in the mood to chop off some heads. I'm kidding! Or am I? Nope. I am. Firstly I want to clear something up that may or may not be confusing all you wonderful peeps. Even though they are French the magic that they practice was created in Italy, hence the Latin. Yup, I know I know my stuff.

PEACE OUT MY CLOUDS!!!