The Secrets of Death

Chapter Two - dreaming of escaping

A/N hi guys, this chapter is not edited yet so sorry for any mistakes. enjoy!!! 

Chapter two

Tomorra POV

 It felt familiar. This place that I found myself in. I've been here before but not for a very long time. In fact the garden looked like no one had been here in years. The statue of Athena? Aphrodite? I can't remember who it was of, but it was over grown with vines that had purple flowers bursting from buds. The plants grow wild and unmaintained in their beds with grass mingling with them. The coble stone path that I walked on was now loose with small stones jumping away from my dragging feet. Ahead of me I could see a small table and chairs. They look as if they were made of glass, but as I got closer I could see that they were made of bone and crystal. As I approached the table I looked down at the tables’ surface. However, what I saw was not the surface of the table but a mirror, but it did not show my reflection. It showed my body. Curled up in a ball on the ground near the end of a bed. I was in a white tatty night gown that was stained with dirt. I was surround by walls of white, with only a small window of light. How did I get there?

I don't remember. I don't even know where there is. As I go to reach out and touch the mirror I hear footsteps from behind me. I turn around slowly, but no one is there. It was just my imagination, I tell myself but when I turn to look back at the mirror I see nothing.  At least not my body.

The room is still the same only no me. I start to panic and my chest tightens with fear.  What's happening!

Once again I turn around to the sound of footsteps.

And there he is. Not even one hair on his head has changed. His pitch black hair, still the same and his dark blue eyes, on the verge of being black, still bore holes into mine. And in his arms was my body. I ran towards him reaching out to him but my hand went straight through him and landed on my body.

It was cold.

It was dead.

It was just a shell.

He didn't stop, he kept going like he couldn’t see me and that’s when I realised that he couldn't. He kept walking until he reached a stone bench that I neglected to see and laid my body on it. He began to speak a different language that sounded like gibberish to me and placed his hands on me.  Beside him another man appeared out of thin air. He was wearing a tunic and had a beared. In his right hand he held a serpent-entwined staff. He looked down at my body then back up at him. With one nod he pulled out a vile from one of his pockets ad unscrewed the lid. Placing it to my lips, he tipped it down my throat and immediately I could feel the tug. The need to be solid again. I started forward to my shell, limping to get there quickly. I reached and gripped hold of my cold hand.

And every went blank. 

 Holy shit, everything was bright. Blinding white light made me shut my eyes as quickly as they opened. My head was hurting and an unwanted churning was beginning to twist in my stomach.  Distantly I could hear the running of a stream, or was it close? Songs of birds of an early morning winter drifted to my ears and they sent me to a place of peace. The ground that I laid on wasn't soft but comfortable enough that I could relax into without a care. I dug my fingers into the ground to find grass and dirt. My neck felt stiff which suggested that I had been here awhile. I moved my head to the left to try to get the blood flow back but my head rolled forward instead and a piecing pain shot up my spine.  All dreams of calmness were quickly snatched away as I began to wake fully. That sickish feeling over took me and my head spun until everything started to go blurry. My eyes twitched open and what I saw was not what I was used to seeing every morning, I was sitting beside a stream with rocks and sand around me. Ancient trees surrounded the river bed and a deer was taking a long deserved drink. The Sky was littered with clouds and was a light shade of blue.