Colliding Hearts #Wattys2017

Chapter 20- Dreams Talk

"Why don't you rest?" Gerlinde's voice washed over Emerson who had laid down on the day bed. Emerson had eaten almost all of the food she had cooked, thankful for the silence that Gerlinde provided. Emerson hadn't spoken since being told to wait for Magnus.

Without speaking Emerson's eyes fluttered closed as she thought over the last few hours. She had went to lunch with her birth mother and twin sister, had found that who she thought was normal was really an Enochian Guardian who was thought to be dead.

While all of this should bother her, Emerson couldn't help but wonder why she seemed so calm about all of this. Her outwards appearance showed that she could careless about everything that was going on. Her mind focused on nothing particular, often replaying the events before going back to being blank slates.

However, deep inside herself she was growing afraid, lost and confused. The more she learned the more it seemed her mind was becoming a blank slate and the more she wanted to just sleep. She didn't know what to say or how to act or react to everyone; it was all too much.

"Just relax Emerson; I won't let anyone hurt you." Gerlinde's voice filled her head.

Without replying she rolled over and pulled her knees to her chest and squeezed her eyes shut. Everyone was so worried about her and she was beginning to worry as well. She wanted nothing more than to wake up and find herself back in her old bedroom with the smell of pancakes cooking and her mom shouting for her to wake up.

She knew that was impossible, nothing could bring her mom back and nothing could change the path she was on. She knew deep inside her that the further she went, the more people seemed to appear the more she would lose herself. Emerson would be lying if she said she didn't care, she cared a great deal and it seemed that despite her attempts to not learn too much, she was learning enough that would doom her.

'I just want Magnus and my mom.'  Emerson thought her thoughts beginning to grow further apart as sleep began to over come her.

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The room was dimly lit a candle stick sat in the center of a wooden table, the flame flickering and casting long shadows on the dark walls surrounding the table. There were two wooden chairs facing one another, they were pulled out from the table waiting to be used.

Emerson stood behind one chair, watching the shadows dances along the table. She wasn't worried or confused not at all as she had been before falling asleep. She knew this was a dream, she was usually very good at telling when she was dreaming or not.

Though she was beginning to question if she was awake with everything she was learning.  Emerson lifted her head, scanning the darkness as she looked for another light source or a way out of the room. It had been a long time since she dreamed of this room and while nothing was vastly different, she could have sworn the room had more candles lining the walls.

"Have a seat."  A voice that sounded like a slightly older version of her filtered through the room.

Emerson squinted staring curiously at the opposite chair as she slowly sat down. As soon as she was seated the chair moved closer to the table until she was fully pressed against it and a figure appeared in the chair, also being pressed against the table.

A woman who appeared in her early or mid twenties now sat across from Emerson. She had the same skin as Emerson as well as the freckles. There wasn't that many differences between the two, the woman's hair was curly and flowing as if she had just left it without bothering to brush it or tame it in some way.

Her eyes were bright, shinning with a hidden light that seemed to make them glow and seem warm. She was dressed in a blue gown with long matching sleeves. Emerson could tell that it was a gown that was from another era entirely. In fact the woman didn't seem to fit Emerson's time at all.