Venator : Devil's Moon

XXV - Mind Games

catrinaburgess

Dedicated to awesome writer Catrina Burgess who helped me a great deal when I'd started writing seriously. She's such a great writer and doesn't have slightest of ego. Thanks for all your help, Cat. Stay awesome.

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Guys, this is the final chapter of Part I. So, enjoy reading. Don't forget to read the note after this part. I'll start with Part II next week, maybe.

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I came to my senses when few strange words fell on my ear. Whatever language it was, it certainly wasn't English. But more surprising than the fact that I could actually make sense of those words was the level of familiarity I felt with the lullaby, and that misty voice I believed I'd heard a million times.

When those melodious words played with my eardrums teasingly, all the worry, all the tension, everything seemed a hundred miles away. All my mind could do was to concentrate on the meaning of the lullaby. Though I believed I'd heard this voice many times before, it also felt somewhat distant. But for some reason, I ignored everything but the music. My mind was dead. My heart and soul gleaming with such pleasure.

Then I felt a gentle touch on my forehead. A touch so gentle I barely felt it. But the warmth it radiated went straight to my heart. I remembered how I used to feel when my dad would ruffle my hair when I was a kid. The pleasant feeling I got then was no different from the one arising through me right now.

I opened my eyes to see who this person was, forgetting everything about me having a psycho mission to check out my mind. But when I opened my eyes, there was no one around me. I was lying on moist grass, the big yellow sun hovering above me in the cloudless sky.

Laura.

I heard the same melodious voice from my back. I turned through 180 degrees to see a beautiful woman standing before me. She wore white from top to bottom. What she wore looked like a hybrid between normal gown and a wedding dress. Her beautiful faint blonde hair covered her shoulders and reached up till her waist. Her lips were bright red. She wore a simple pearl necklace and similar ear rings. Her right wrist was adorned by a gold chain which curled around every finger and formed an intricate pattern on the back of the hand. Her left wrist however was empty.

But the most interesting feature were her eyes. They were a bright shade of brown, just like mine.
But unlike my eyes, which, until a few months ago were as happy as the bright sun overhead, hers were as sad as a calm ocean. Beneath those brown eyes, she seemed to suppress a giant storm of sadness. However, her eyes also shone with a feeling of great relief when she saw me. A feeling of longingness and such relief as if seeing me was the dream, the purpose of her life. As if she was my mother and I was her long lost kid.

She stepped forward slowly while I stayed there, amazed by her beauty and puzzled by my feelings. She took another step as ripples formed along her silky gown which drifted over the grass. Under normal conditions, I'd step back and take my defending stance. But I stayed there doing nothing but staring, my guard totally broken down. And of the million things going in my mind, one feeling that rose above all else was the light yet heavy feeling my heart felt. Like I was meeting the person I'd long wanted to be with. While I stared at the tears of those caring eyes, my own eyes had also moistened. I couldn't comprehend this feeling. It was as if our hearts were connected, even though we'd just met. What I didn't know, however, was that, it wasn't our last meeting. Nor was it the first.

I willed myself to step back and at the same time, I found myself stepping forward. I was afraid of meeting her and yet I longed for her touch. I longed for my mother's warm touch.