AUTHOR’S NOTE: I know that this chapter is pretty short, but other than that, I am pleased with it, and besides, I didn’t see the point in forcing my writing.
We stop to rest on the bleak mountainside, tethering our horses to a rocky crag that offers minimal protection from the bitter wind. Exhausted by the journey, I drift into an uneasy sleep, Garaeli clutched to my breast, whilst Titus keeps watch over our belongings. My dreams are disconcerting and inconsistent - the same pair of eyes weaves in and out of them in numerous different forms; a deer standing helplessly in the centre of a deserted copse, a dragon with scales that gleam like onyx, a golden eagle that sweeps through the heavens on feathered wings…
And then He is there, in same form that He first appeared to me in. I gaze up at him with complete adoration, forgetting for once, the cold hatred that had penetrated my love for him; allowing the ring of fire that separates His pupil from the iris to melt my heart. I can feel it writhing in pain within my chest, the flames igniting my passion. But then the man (or what appears to be a man) who holds my gaze fades into non-existence until only His eyes are left. And then the flames that engulf my heart die down till they are no more than faintly burning embers, and my heart collapses into a pile of smoldering cinder ashes. And that’s when I fall, tumbling downwards and downwards forever, because I can’t fly and the only way is down, down, down…
My lids fly open with surprising speed, given the fatigue that weighs them down. I am staring into a different pair of eyes; a light-coloured pair with no definite shade, framed by a fringe of semi-translucent lashes.
“We need to leave. It’s daybreak already.” Titus informs me blankly.
I sit up in confusion, rubbing the drowsiness from my eyes.
“You took my watch?”
“You needed to sleep.”
“No, I didn’t.” I insist, determined not to admit my gratitude.
He shrugs nonchalantly.
“You could just thank me.”
“For what? Assuming things about me?”
He turns away to pack away, partaking in a dignified ignorance of my question.
“You know, the analysation of nightmares is really very interesting.”
I study the ground intently, ashamed of my flaming cheeks.
"It.. it wasn't a nightmare."
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Pomegranate Seeds ~ Editing in Progress
De TodoLilith made a mistake. One that has left it's imprint forever. She can't change the past. But she can change the future. But will she be able to resist the urge to return to where she was before? With the help of a new friend - Titus - she travels t...
