Moonless World [EDITING]

Chapter 5 - Emyr

"Shadows are ethereal beings made of dark material, whose purpose is to feed on souls, whether from humans or magical creatures."

- The Book of Creatures, multiple authors

He was not in his room anymore. And it was not night. Emyr jumped from the bed. He had a training session with the Algeman, he was surely late by now.

"You should rest," he heard. The boy turned around and saw a Serzhant staring at some papers in her hands. "We still don't know what happened to you."

He opened his mouth a few times, prepared to argue, but the woman didn't let him say anything. "The Algeman is well aware of your situation, and your practice was rescheduled for tomorrow," only then she lifted her eyes from the papers and glanced at him.

He had lost it, his first day of training with the Algeman. Emyr sighed and sat back on the bed. There was nothing he could do now. He looked around and quickly recognized the healing center. There were only some curtains separating his booth from the rest of the room, but it was usually empty. Hardly someone would catch him there.

"Your roommate told me this is not the first time this happens," she approached the boy. She pulled his lower eyelids delicately and examined his eyes before he had a chance to roll them.

"I've been having some weird dreams..." He shrugged. Emyr didn't want to share it with anyone, but Bernard already had the pleasure to do that.

"About a girl," the woman added. He snorted and turned his face to the side, so she wouldn't look at him.

"Yes, but it has nothing to do with that," He lied. It obviously had. Emyr had heard a voice in his head, he felt she was in danger, it was almost like he could feel her pain... But who was that girl? Wasn't that all in his imagination? "I just felt a pain in my chest. Probably due to my training last morning. I overdid myself."

Emyr did have to work harder than anyone else to get a shot at that place. Or, at least, he felt like he had too. He would do that even if he didn't have too. The Algeman's preference for him didn't help him at all, as people figured it would be easy for the boy to just rise his way up climbing on the man.

But he was used to his heavy training, he liked it more than anyone else. He felt thankful to be there, and he would always seize every opportunity he had to make it worth. His episode of pain and fainting had nothing to do with his amount of work, but rather with that unknown woman that dwelled in his mind.

The nurse stared at him suspiciously. "People can often be controlled by outside forces and never know..." she started, but Emyr interrupted her.

"I can assure you it's nothing like that," he replied, leaving the bed again. "I just felt sick. If it's something, I'm sure it's just physical."

She raised an eyebrow. "Anyway, I recommend you talk with Gal, the spiritual..."

"I know who she is," Emyr interrupted her again while walking toward the nearest curtain. The coach of the class he had just missed yesterday. "I'll talk to her," The man said. And for the first time, he thought that would be a good idea.

Emyr had no clue of what was happening to him, but worse than that... He knew the girl from his dreams was in real danger. She had to be real. And there was nothing he could do about it, he didn't even know where to start.

A hundred questions wandered through his mind. Where could he find her? What had happened to her? Why was she in so much distress? He had to do something, he couldn't just stand there and watch as she...