Legion

Overture

I woke up to rain, cool drops raining down on my sore body. I laid there for a moment, soaking up the rain, and enjoying the peace. Opening my eyes, I saw the figure of the Mystic looming over me, and the first time I saw him look slightly amused.

I got up, The Mystic pointing to my forehead, and I put my hand to where he was pointing, feeling hair that was plastered to my face by the water. I hurriedly wiped it away and looked at him sheepishly.

"So you've been having dreams," he said finally, after what felt like an eternity of silence.

I nodded, unsure where he was getting at.

"And not the normal kind, right?" He reasoned, still looking at me like I was some interesting specimen.

"Yes, and it might seem crazy but the dreams are real. I'm not here in my dreams, I'm in a white building with this girl who could pass as my twin," I explained, dread washing over me as I  thought about the horrible things that could have happened to her.

"And you need to save her?" he asked, not scared, not confused, but almost if he understood.

"More like I have to, whenever I'm with her, I feel, I feel," I paused, looking up at him for a small moment to see his slightly sympathetic face looking at me, and continued, "I feel like she is like the little girl inside of me that loved her life back in the compound with her parents, and she is finding out too soon that it's not all that great,"

He took a minute to ponder what I had just said, leaving us in silence. It wasn't awkward or scary, it felt peaceful and a bit magical, a feeling I always have when I'm around him. I closed my eyes turning my face up to the rainy sky, letting the cool rainwater run down my face.

He sighed loudly and walked over to me, putting a hand on my shoulder. 

"We're going to go and see her," he whispered as if someone was listening. 

"Why are you whispering? No one else is here," I asked, actually quite loudly.

He grabbed me, bringing me to his chest roughly, and I heard the roar of fire surrounding us, but I couldn't smell any smoke. I looked up to see a fifteen-foot field of fire surrounding us, two Ministers burning in the flames, and looking into his eyes, they were all white, no pupil, a deadly serious expression on his face.

I felt a hand come over my mouth and in a panic, I took The Mystic's dagger from his belt loop, stabbing whatever it was in the stomach, hearing it scream bloody murder as I twisted the dagger out blindly, turning towards it, stabbing it again.

I opened my eyes to see whatever it was and I saw a Minster that I knew from the compound with The Mystic's dagger in his throat, on the ground slowly dissolving into smoke.

I had killed someone.

"It was either you or him Christina, don't feel bad about it," The Mystic whispered, trying to calm me down.

But I didn't hear him, and I went over to the Minister, yelling loud unintelligible apologies as I tried in vain to stop him from turning into smoke. Soon, all that was left was The Mystic's dagger on the ground, not a trace of blood on it.

I sat there in shock while The Mystic was crouched next to me, his eyes back to normal and the fire that was once around us diminished. I then had a strange feeling in my stomach, like I felt like I needed to throw up even though I haven't ate anything yet.

I then found myself in the building again, but this time The Mystic beside me. My body translucent, my steps light and airy, making me feel like a ghost, and The Mystic looking the same.

"I wish I was able to hold onto a bigger part of our consciousnessess, but your shocked state made your mind jumbled and random, so I only had a few moments to find your dream," The Mystic explained while we walked around the corridor.

"So this is real time, where ever we are," I asked, peeking through window too find her room, and saw other people like her that seemed tired and sad much like her.

"Yes, so if she exists, we can find her but she can't see us," he explained, following my example and looked through the windows.

"Okay so let's ju-" I started to say but was cut off by the creaking of a weird metal chair with wheels, and on it was the girl, pale, thin, and looking sickly.

I whimpered, trying to reach out to her, but The Mystic held me back, not saying anything but holding me as I cried silently.

"We're going back now," He muttered, his eyes going white again as I felt the throwing up feeling again as I shut my eyes, my cheeks streaked with tears.

I felt the rain again, and I opened my eyes again to see the rain again. But I didn't want it. It was sad, a reminder of who I killed and the girl in the dream.

And the rain stopped.

And all I could see was black until I turned over to The Mystic's stark white figure looming over me, his questioning voice sounding like he was underwater. In an almost blinding flash of light, I could see everything and anything about him, the information about him coming down on me like a hammer on the head.

I screamed in pain, making him reach towards me, two fingers on my forehead. When it stopped, I could see the real world again, my head aching.

"It's Jinxx, my name I mean," The Mystic--I mean Jinxx whispered, grabbing my hand and started leading me to camp.

"And you'll save her, I promise,"