Devoid Chronicles : Book 1 Blood Secrets

When it rains, It pours

My old friend was sitting on a rock looking out over the water when I opened my eyes into my dream world. Approaching him from behind, I took a seat beside him. Glancing over his shoulder and smiled when he saw me.

"Long time no see my friend." His eyes continued to look at the horizon while he spoke. Oddly enough I had grown attached to these encounters. With my life constantly changing, these encounters remained the same. Even if he was a figment of my imagination.

"I guess you can say that, how has it been here." Dark storm clouds rolled into view as my friend stood from his rock to examine the sky. The first raindrop fell into my palm followed by a million of its kind. One minute no sign of rain the next it was down pouring. A yell to my left caused me to turn my head in the direction of my imaginary friend. As he danced in circles flights of water splashed at his feet, if smiled any harder his lips would tear, but before I knew it I was smiling too

"This is new, It's never rained here before." His voice was barely audio over the intense rain but his excitement was visible. I couldn't imagine living a life without ever seeing rain or feeling the sweet kisses of the raindrops on my skin. I dropped down to the ground and just watched him as he danced through the rain.

There were still so many questions he needed to answer for me. The most important would be what he was. He didn't look like he was tiring any soon so I laid back and tried to rest, stockily enough I fell asleep.

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The sudden stop of rain on my brow caused my eyes to open slowly. My friend was seated beside me, eyes locked on the horizon again. I pushed myself to a sitting position and nudged him.

"Yes?" His eyes stayed trained on the same spot.

"Are you the demonic part of me?" He turned and faced me and smiled. It was very odd to me how much we appeared to look the same yet so different. Since he was a figment of my imagination I knew this was the image I created of him yet it still caused an odd feeling inside of me.

"No, I am only but a piece of it." He turned his back to me and rose from the ground. His yellow robe was stained with mud where it rubbed the ground.

"But that doesn't make any sense." I jumped to my feet behind him.

"Azari, your existence doesn't make any sense, Don't try to confine yourself to the norms of the day because you will always fall short, instead recreate the norms. Change the world around you and then only then you will truly know me." He headed for his rock. If this person was a figment of my imagination he was many years wiser then I.

"Well you seem full of wisdom, can you tell me what I should do about Xandra and her brother, I'm sure they will be after me and my family." My friend stopped and faced me. His eyes had changed from the green I had come to know to the same cloudy grey as my fathers.

"I can not answer anything that you do not know, but my friend, it's time for you to leave." Placing a hand on my chest and he pushed me. Before my back could slam into the ground I was back in my real body. I shot straight up into a sitting position and attempted to catch my breath.

The sun was hidden behind an array of clouds, a slight breeze caused the leaves to sway back and forth over the river to my right. The sound of the water splashing against the shore echoed my deep intakes of air. I was sure I was nowhere near a river when I had passed out which means someone had moved me here. Searching for a sign of any human around me my eyes scanned the surroundings.

No luck,

I was alone from what I could tell. Standing up and I examined my bloody gourmets. The rain that was present in my dream must have been a part of the real world, evident by the washed-out blood in my shirt. Kneeling beside the river I washed water against my face. My reflection showed no bruisers nor scars. My healing ability was my biggest asset. The battle between Xandra's brother and I replied in my head and I cringed thinking about where I would have been without the powers my father bestowed upon me. Raising my hand to my face I made the static jump from finger to finger before I balled it into a fist and shot a tree across the way.