MOON RAGE (REVOLUTION)

DREAM

Maurinette is sitting on a stomp, close to a cabin. The cabin is a few meters away from the forest. Watching the blue sky with white fluffy clouds, the bird chirping and insects flying.
"Mom. Mom" she turns to see a little boy with brown long hair, green eyes which glistened in the sun, running excitedly to her. He hugs her, she seems shocked at first but recovers immediately, hugging him back, tightening her grip on him like if she let him go, she wouldn't see him again
Maybe she won't. He is her son, but how can she see him now, where are they, none of this mattered, she always fantasized about this, having her complete family, living peacefully with no worries, trouble and danger. Something else warns her and reminds her that she can never have a normal life and she can't help but agree with it. If she is in a trance or maybe in Balivar, she would cherish this little time here
"Mom" she hears his muffled, choking voice on her chest. The vibration sends tingles down her spine, she releases him and he heaves a sigh of relief "Dad took me to the forest, he showed me how to run fast, see" he runs with incredible speed around her, sending a gush of wind her away, she laughs, squinting her eyes, her hair flies in different direction. He stops and looks at her, he smiles, showing his dimples, his eyebrows are carved smoothly, with incredibly long eye lashes. He had the features of a girl which makes him adorable
"Kalvin" she turns and sees a man jogging forward, he has brown hair, muscular and handsome but he isn't Darian, is this his son and why is he calling him Kalvin 'that's my dad's name' she frowns, staring at the man and the liitle boy 'he is not my son' the man walks to her, hugs her tightly and plants a kiss on her lips
She starts drifting apart from them like an invincible force is carrying her away, the man and the boy looks at her, his hands resting on Kalvin's shoulders and he mouths to her
"We will wait for you"
She is carried into an emptiness, alone in the dark, taken away from the source of light, she gasps loudly and opens her eyes
"It is a dream" her heart races and her breathing hitches, she rests her hand on her chest, trying to calm herself down. She touches her lips, they feel warm, 'was that real' she looks around, trying to familiarize herself with the environment. Her hand moves up her chest till it is touching a collar-like necklace on her necck "what is this" she pulls at it but it doesn't open, anger rises in her as memories begin to play in her head, she has almost forgotten her horrible recent past, she wish she has forgotten, she pulls the needle in her hand out violently, she has grown a hatred for those things, she stands up but holds on to the pillar of the bed for support, her legs shake violently, her head spinning. The floor feels cold to her bare foot and her legs cold, she staggers to the door, she hits it, with every force in her body which only seems like a soft knock. She falls to the ground, raising her knees up to her chest and wrapping her hands round them. She bends her head, resting them on her knees as hot tears flow from her eyes, she shakes violently from the cry. She stops and raises her head when she hears a foot step, in her room, tears fill her eyes which makes images blurry.
The darkness tells her that it is still midnight and she is locked in, as usual. She looks at the door and notices that the door is different, stronger than the other she had seen, like a metal door but it is made of wood and bare. It gives her the unknown feeling of being really caged. 'they are afraid of me, that I might try to hurt their king again. Is that the reason for this' she touches her neck 'if I ever see him again, I won't hesitate to snap his neck, I hate him and I regret the day I came to this palace and even if it kills me, I'll leave her'. She feels something move in her, her heart leaps to her throat, she looks down to her stomach and touches it, the movement becomes faster and stronger.
Is this the boy I saw in the dream, he doesn't look like Darian,
she can't have a life where there are no problems or worries. Her life is full of abnormalities, she is sitting behind a door, pregnant for the king who threw her away like garbage, she feels like garbage. An idiot, for believing him, she hates him but there is that part of her who can't stop loving that monster, who can't stop thinking of him, begging her to forgive him and give him her heart again.
'Give him my heart? Look at where that brought her',
and even if she forgives him, he won't take her back, She was rejected, used.
Minds in her head battle as she stares at empty space, she looks around again, she has a troubled feeling that she is been watcched, in her room but she can't seem to find the person. What is happening to her, has she finally lost her mind, she feeels a sharp pain and she screams, holding her stomach, she looks down to her stomach which is exposed when she raises the long grey gown she is wearing, her face turns pale, horror filled pale. Her stomach has dark scars which is seemingly increasing, she can not only feel the movement but see it, she sees her stomach move as the thing in her moves. She has watched movies, seen pregnant women, this never happened to them, it draws the strength from her, she feels weaker every second, her head spins, she feels dizzy.
It is telling her something, something she can't understand, she has lost everything and can't help but feel crazy. Whatever is in her stomach has a voice, an unknown chill in its voice, it's voice sounds warm, soft and innocent but it also sounds cold, wicked and deceiving, the mix of emotions which she tries to decrypt seemed to worsen the head ache. She closes her eyes, letting herself fall to the ground. She now prefer to be in an unknown dream land than this horrifying world, she would give everything to escape this horror movie but how can she, when she is the very center of the horror

Someone walks to her unconscious body, lifting her up carefully, her head rests on the firm chest, her hand dangles, lifeless and he lay her on the bed. He sits on the red velvet chair besides the bed, watching her as her chest rises and falls, her breathing is slow, but she is still alive.
He read her thoughts, he knew how she argued with her thoughts and it pricked him violently on the chest.
He leans forward and drags her dress up, over stomach. he doesn't feel guilty about what he is doing, he had done this so many times, it feels casual but something about her draws him closer, no other woman attracts him like she does, he didn't have to see her naked before he becomes drawn to her. His breath hitches, as his eyes roams over her stomach, there are scars everywhere, like whatever is in her, is eating her up from the inside. Her skin white and icy even for a cold hearted vampire. Her stomach has risen to a certain level which made it quite obvious that she is pregnant. Her ribs had shrunken and so as the flesh attached to it. Her current body shape could be used as a model when drawing a skeleton.
Her look was enough to scare a small child to death 'what have I done' he thinks as his eyes scan he the gruesome sight before him. He can't blame her for hating him so much, he has done this to her, risked her life, no one is sure she is going to last a week or two before the monster in her finally kills her, the monster he had placed there.
There is no way he wouldn't stop regretting his actions against this poor girl
"I am so sorry" he says in an almost whisper

Tony is in his chambers, sitting comfortable on a lilac love shaped cushion, besides him is Lisa and a guard.
"We have wasted time and now we need to act fast. The creature will not survive in this palace, they do not have the skills to keep her alive and so we will take her. We would kill two birds with a stone by kidnapping her and when she gives birth, we would kill her and the line of Loarins will stop with her death and I will be the only one with enough power to take over this kingdom" he smirks and rubs his chin carefully as if thinking about something "Lisa, you have an important role to play, you will  bring her to me"
Lisa gasps in shock, she had not been expecting such an important role and she fears that she might do something wrong which would jeopardize the mission
He grins "a new dawn is coming, be prepared"

Michelle has been a shell of herself  since the incident with Rogan. She couldn't yet register in her brain, what had happened. she keeps herself in a secluded place, thinking about all that had happened. She can't help but let her mind wander to how inseparable they were years ago, he is an irresponsible, clumsy person but that is exactly what she admires about him and also hates. He loved her dearly and always went behind his father's back to see her. His father and Gilbert were always furious at him because they didn't like her but she was astonished and taken back when Gilbert grew a liking for her, he would shower her with gifts, being his father's favorite, he had access to Joseph's wealth which he used as an advantage over his brother. this was what drew her to him, she was scared of what would happen or become of her if she spent her life with Rogan, she was scared of returning back to that helpless state she had been with her mother. She despises that part of her life and being with Rogan, no matter how she adored him, would send her back to square one. She could do that
Tears roll down her eyes, lost in her thoughts, she doesn't notice the figure walking towards her. A mound of pink soft flesh presses down on her cheeks, startling her, she gasps and looks down to find Amira staring at her, with her sparking brown eyes
"Why are you crying" she says in a teary low voice.
She forces a smile "come here darling" she lifts the child and places her on her laps, caressing her cheeks as her other hand rakes through Amira's brunette hair. She brushes a strand from her hair "daddy has been away for so long and I miss him" she laughs
The little girl tilts her head, staring deep into Michelle's eyes. This makes her nervous, she feels as if Amira knows that it is a lie. The little girl raises her hands up questioningly
"He'd been away only this morning"
Michelle is taken back by her daughter's bold and smart response. How did she become so smart and daring, she couldn't help but see the girl she couldn't be in Amira's eyes. She was small, scared and timid but her daughter is the exact opposite, she couldn't be less proud and also scared that Amira would become like her. A heartless, lonely, unloved ambitious woman
Yes, she is unloved, she knew that Gilbert hated Rogan, he never wanted Rogan to have anything worth talking about, he never wanted Rogan to reach his levels or compete with him. Rogan was once his father's favorite but Gilbert drifted them apart, replacing Rogan and earning his father's love and affection. Marrying her was all a scheme to get at Rogan and she knew this but ambition had driven her mad, she over looked it.
"Mom" the impatient girl speaks, clearly tired of waiting in silence
"Forgive me darling, I have been very tired lately. Your father has not been away for long. It is all a long terrible dream"