Travellers

Dreamwalker

Glancing around as the power cleared, they found themselves standing back in the living room of the safe house that Alex had brought them to previously.  Feeling suddenly weak in the knees, Amber felt her legs buckle and it was only the intervention of Alex that she didn't end up in a heap on the floor.

"Something tells me that you need to rest," he said quietly, and Amber nodded in agreement.

"I don't think my legs are going to hold me up."  Wasting no time, Alex quickly whisked her up into his arms, carried her into her room and laid her on her bed.

"Make this rest a good one," he warned seriously.  "When I see you again, I want to see those dark circles under your eyes gone."  But before she could get out the grumble she wanted to give, she felt her eyes closing as unconsciousness raced up to meet her.

Alex stood there for a moment as he watched Amber fall into a deep sleep. Rubbing a hand over his own weary face, he suddenly thought that having a sleep himself would be a good idea.  Retreating out of the room and into the opposite one, he fell onto the bed that wasn't quite long enough to hold all of him and closed his eyes, welcoming the tranquil peace and quiet after the chaos of the last few days.

All Amber could see around her was swirling mist.  She knew she was asleep, but at the same time this felt so real.  She didn't understand it.  Looking around, the mist continued to swirl around her, creating an eerie atmosphere that she didn't entirely appreciate.

"Hello?" she called out, her voice echoing back to her.  "Is anybody here?"  As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she suddenly saw a shadow ahead walking towards her.  Taking an unsure step back, she watched carefully as the mist parted and the same woman she had previously dreamed about came into view, stopping a short distance from her.  "You," she managed to gasp out.

"You came to me," the woman whispered, almost reverently.  "You inherited my gift, I knew you would.  You've inherited a lot more than you could ever imagine."

Amber frowned in confusion.  "Inherited?  What do you ..."  Amber's eyes widened as the wheels in her brain began to click into place.  "M-mother?" The word came out sounding strangled.  "You're my mother?"

The woman nodded, tears beginning to fall down her cheeks.  "Yes, Amber.  I am your mother."

Amber raced forward, eager to throw her arms around the woman that had been missing all of her life, but as she did her arms passed straight through her, catching nothing but air.  Her mother held out a hand, even though they couldn't physically touch.

"You can't touch me, Amber.  Your dreamwalking.  Your a dreamwalker, like me.  We can communicate this way when we're both asleep.  Time, past or present, has no factor here.  Dreamwalking allows you to reach out to anyone you want, and you reached out to me.  You have no idea how much that warms my heart."

"A dreamwalker," Amber repeated as she put a hand to her face and wiped away some of the moisture that had leaked from her eyes.  "I didn't even know that such a thing was possible.  I'm a dreamwalker and a traveller, like you."

Her mother smiled and it seemed to light up her weary face.  "You are so much more than that.  You are special, my daughter.  I knew that when I had you.  When I was carrying you, I knew that you were going to be different to any other traveller.  You are their salvation."

Amber frowned in confusion.  "What do you mean?" she asked desperately.  "I don't know what you mean."

Her mother smiled and she seemed to be shrinking, becoming transparent.  "You are my salvation."

"No!"  Amber tried reaching out for her, but again, her hand passed straight through her as her mother grew fainter and fainter.  "Please, tell me!"