Artos woke up with a start. There was a knocking sound. But who could it be at, hold on.. Artos looked at the clock, it read 01:26. The knocking sounded like it was on glass. Maybe the window? Aghh. He looked over to the window. Nothing was there. He turned over, and the sound happened again. This time he could tell where it was coming from. He looked to the mirror. It was kinda rocking back and forth, but that wasn't making the knocking sound. The knocking was making the rocking.
He got up to look at the mirror. When he did, he saw his father behind him in the reflection. Of course, he was a wolf. Artos turned around. Nothing was there. He looked back at the mirror, and he was there again. But not alone. His mother was there, and his siblings. He touched the mirror. The glass surface ripples like water.
He stepped back. This couldn't be real. Glass is glass is glass. Hard, fragile, painful when broken if you cut yourself on the shards, glass. He punched the glass. It only rippled. His hand slipped into the mirror. He pulled it out right away. He looked at his hand. It went through the mirror. He looked back at the mirror. He stuck both hands into the mirror, then pulled them out. 'This must be a dream' He thought. He thought whether or not to try to go into the mirror. His family was in there, but not in the real world. But if he did go in, would his family do what they always did when he got close to them in the dreams?
He decided to go ahead and try. He climbed onto the dresser, and through the mirror. When he got into the mirror, everything was the same, except that everything was mirrored. It was a mirror image of what was in his room. And there, only about five feet from him, his family. He walked closer to them, slowly. Step by step. When he got right in front of them, he dropped to his knees, also slowly. They stayed normal. He could smell their scent. He could feel their presence. They were there. It all felt real. Could this be real? The other dreams never felt this real.
Before he knew it, he was on all fours, a wolf. He sat down with his family. The other cubs were playing, and his father and mother were looking at their son, Artos. "It's been a long time, son." His father said. "Yes." Was all he could reply. He was happy, yet sad. He never got to talk to his family in his dreams before.
"You found your place." His mother said.
"Keep your guard up, son. There was a wolf in my brothers pack that was like I was. He killed his family to join the pack." His father said.
Was. That means he did change! "Father. They said you were an evil wolf. Is that true?" He asked.
His father sighed and bowed his head. "Yes. It was true." He said. Then he raised his head back up. "But while I was traveling away when I was banished, I came upon a black bear. It attacked me. We fought for a while, it wasn't wanting to stop until he won. Then your mother came in, and we killed the bear. Thats how I met your mother."
"From there," his mother said "we kept going until we got to Alaska. Then we had you cubs. Then the hunters came and.." she stopped. She couldn't, didn't want to continue.
Then his father spoke. "I was watching over you both. But, being a spirit, I couldn't fight that bear. But when your mother and me were together again, we both watched over you."
Artos just stared at his family. They were here talking to him. He was talking with his family that had been dead for months. This had to be a dream.
"Are you alright?" His mother asked.
"Yeah. Its just that, every time I had a dream about yall before, I never got the chance to talk to yall. In the dreams, when I got close to yall, yall would turn vicious, and try to attack me." Artos started to tear up slightly. "I don't want this to go away."
His parents looked at each other. These specific dreams were warnings. Someone, or something, was trying to kill him. They looked back at Artos. "When did you start having these dreams?" His mum asked.
"A week or two before you died. They only came once every few nights. Then they came every night when you died."
"Were you killed in your dreams?" His father asked.
"Nope. I always escaped." He replied. His parents sigh with relief.
"Something was trying to kill you. Your subconscious picked it up tried to tell you in dreams." His mum said.
"Yes. And when there was somebody to protect you, it gave you a peace in your mind that lessened the dreams." His father said.
"Ohh. I see." He said. It made sense.
After a bit of them all sitting together in each others company, Artos needed to get back so he could get some sleep. After goodbyes were said, he went to the dresser and pushed on the mirror. His nose went through it and as he came out the other side, he became human again. He looked back. His family wasn't there anymore. He put his hand on the mirror. It was hard glass again. He looked at the clock. It read 03:26.
He had been talking and visiting for two hours. He plopped down on his bed. He just stared at the clock. It wasn't long before he drifted off to sleep.
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