Orion

Three. Clockwork

This was only the second dream, and Orion was something way more intense then pissed the fuck off because yet again, he'd been dragged from a peaceful state of unconsciousness to this other realm.

Every night, he went to sleep tense and completely on edge, not knowing if another out of this world dream was going to drag him away or not.

The moon was behind him again, and when Orion looked up, he was able to watch the sun make his slow trail across the sky, taking the bright azure shade with him and leaving behind a darkness that was so deep that even with his enhanced vision, the young alpha couldn't even see his hands in front of him. There were no stars. No clouds. Just a pitch that had him repeatedly opening and closing his eyes to see if there was any type of difference. There barely was.

"There comes a time when this bullshit becomes subsidiary. If you were going to have me walk about in the darkness like some blind fool, you could have left me to do so in real life."

Her coolness became freezing, and though the moon didn't have hands, Orion could feel something close to one on the back of his neck, squeezing so hard that his legs buckled and he feel to his knees. Even still, every word from his mouth was spat out with a blasphemous venom, "I kneel to no one!"

He was definitely being forced to kneel. Then, that imaginary grip that had been on his nape was now on the back of his head, shoving his face into the grass beneath him. He grunted out in pain, fought against what had to be the moon, and didn't stop until he was able to stand up again. Where the hand had been, he couldn't feel. When he woke up, Orion wouldn't be surprised if the skin was blackened with frostbite.

Once he was back on his feet, without a thought, he continued to walk, spitting out dirt as he did so. He wished he could spit it in the direction of whatever was behind him, and if he could have, he'd have aimed right for the face.

There weren't any trees around him, for as much as he could see. He wasn't running into any, and this place where he was didn't smell like the woods. It smelled like a beach, only missing the water. It smelled like salt.

Strange.

As he continued forward, the salty smell turned metallic, and then Orion was able to tell it was blood that he was smelling, and a lot of it. From different beings.

Good.

The second the foreign voice entered his mind, it was like the curtains to a large stage were opened, and light poured out and onto him like water would in a shower. Blinded by the light, Orion had to squeeze shut his burning eyes as the light brightened even more, before dimming to the equivalent to maybe a few small candles' flames. When he could finally open his eyes, it was like whenever there was a heavy snow and one first stepped outside. Except this wasn't snow-blindness. This was something more celestial. He tried to close his eyes, and found that he couldn't. Orion was forced to keep his eyes open, not even allowed to blink until the brightness faded and he could look on easily. This time, she wasn't in the far distance.

She was about ten feet in front of him.

Orion's feet finally stopped moving, and he studied this woman he was seeing for the second time. It was easier now. She was the dim light. The runes were still there, but that wasn't what the divine wanted him to focus on.

The woman was sitting this time, in the Lotus position. Her back was rim-rod straight. Orion still couldn't make out any permanent features of her face, he couldn't see anything but those glowing, white eyes, and this time, a smile on her lips.