The Unrevived

26 | Can dreams come true?

Settings: an unknown location, the den and the woods

Revina

Dreams aren't what you choose to see.

They are your innermost feelings,

they are your deep desires,

they are your worst fears,

they are your cherished wishes,

and mostly,

they are what you came on earth for.

They might be why you live today!

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Something hit me hard and I instantly woke up. When my eyes opened I realised I was no more in the den with Clark, I was surrounded by people who didn't look normal at all.

They were approximately fifteen of them wearing a weird type of skirt with white, orange and grey colours plated with blue ribbons or something of that sort. Their cheeks were streeked with red and their eyes were outlined with black ash. There hands were full of spears and knives.
It looked like they were out for their kill and no sooner had they already captured one.... me.

I backed off when one of them claimed to move forward and glared at me.

He brought his spear towards my face, pointing it's edge almost into my head but stopped before it went through my brain. I blocked my face with both my hands but he didn't proceed further.

The man snickered,"Hey you pussy girl. Ain't no other job then poking your nose in our business. Since now you have decided to join us, we may as well show you how it's done....to kill!" He seethed.

My nostrils flared at the incoming smell of saw dust. I don't know where exactly I was but these men did not look a tad bit friendly.

I slowly put my hands down and brought myself into a sitting position.
I tried to process what they were saying but I wasn't aware of what I had done.
"Will you open your mouth or you want us to put you on the CHULLI!"

I scrunched my brows in confusion.
What the heck was a chulli?

All I could guess was that it was something really bad and I didn't want to find out.

I nodded not being able to talk due to the smoke which made my eyes water.

Two of the men then moved towards me, each one of them grabbing both of my arms.
Their grip was hard but I kept quiet even though it hurt like hell.

The guy who spoke to me earlier, led the way to what looked like to me was a fireplace. The light was burning my eyes and the way I was being carried there looked like I was a sacrifice to their God or something.

I brought my attention to the chanting noises a guy in a priest getup was reciting but I really couldn't get it clear what he was trying to say.