I stood by a hill, overlooking the ocean. The grass was swaying along with the gentle breeze as the waves crashed against the bottom edge of the hill.
Leisurely, I began to stroll, my mind still half blank. The place felt so familiar yet alien at the same time. Almost as if I was inside someone else's memories.
I looked around and saw small rock monuments. It took me a second to register the fact that they were tombstones.
This hill is a graveyard.
As creepy as it should sound, I was relaxed, as if it had been the sight I saw everyday as I grew up. From my peripheral vision, I could see a cottage nearby that seemed to be my home.
It was no ordinary cottage, it was the home of a very powerful sorcerer---my father.
He didn't look like my real father, but then again I didn't look like my real self either.
I spotted two teenagers---roughly my age---making their way through the graveyard towards me. One was a girl and the other was a boy.
They looked like gothic lolita dolls, with dark frilly clothes and silver hair. They also shared similar features---twins perhaps.
They had a somewhat ominous aura surrounding them, but they looked so lost that I simply assumed that they only wanted to ask for directions.
As they reached me, the girl reached for my hand before I could speak, and everything immediately went black.
*
When I woke up, I was back in my cottage---in my own bed. I almost thought the entire thing was a dream before I heard my father speak to a man I didn't recognize, but I knew he was an acquaintance of my father's.
I pretended to sleep as I listened in on their conversation.
"The twins have been apprehended," the unknown man said. "They are now being kept in the cave. They won't be able to use their magic there. The girl absorbed your daughter's magic, but she'll be fine."
My father paced back and forth, a hand covering his mouth. "Those kids," he began. "I've never seen anything like them."
So, apparently, in this world, magic has its system. Each person has a certain number above their heads that shows the level of their magic. My father and I have the ability to see these numbers.
The numbers are usually static for each person, but those twins were different.
"Their numbers keep changing," my father stated, turning to look at his friend. "But only at a certain range, or so I noticed."
It turns out, my father placed them in a cave that nullifies magic. Everything in this world has a magic level. Which was why the level of magical gears need to be equivalent to their user's---and magical prisons need to be at least a level higher than their inmates.
Let's say the twins' numbers change between the range of 80 to 99. The cave is a level 100 magic-nullifying containment facility, therefore capable of nullifying their magic even though their numbers change. As long as they stay in that range.
I was curious about these twins, so, I decided to project my astral form to enter the cave without alerting my father---because I knew he would not let me get within five feet of those twins out of concern for my well-being.
I do have magical powers that I inherited from my father. One of them is astral projection.
When I reached the cave, I saw that the boy was already conscious while the girl was just coming around.
"Are you alright?" The boy asked, checking his sister for any injuries.
"I-I'm alright," she replied, rubbing her head and adjusting her pigtails. "I don't think they did anything to hurt us, they just knocked us out."
With my curiosity getting the better of me, I used my astral form to 'possess' the boy. But I didn't take control of his behavior, he was still talking to his sister, I just had access to his mind and memories.
I saw them as little children, alone and freezing in the snow. Abandoned. I saw them growing up with only each other to trust. I saw them starting to do bad things for bad people just for the sake of surviving. I saw them swallow their guilt because for them it was hunt or be hunted in this world.
I had seen enough, and I was going to tell my father to let them go, but finding an opening to 'un-possess' was hard. Because once I leave his body, he would go blank for a moment and his sister would notice something amiss. I had to wait until they stopped talking but boy they talked a lot.
I didn't know if it had anything to do with my astral form possessing his body, but for some reason the boy's numbers stopped changing randomly, and began to go up instead.
95, 96, 97, 98---
Back at the cottage, my father was still talking to his friend about the twins, not noticing that something was wrong.
Meanwhile I was too absorbed in finding an opening to leave the boy's body to notice the numbers going up.
99, 100---
It stopped there for a while, before it went up one more time.
101.
And the cave exploded---no, not in a fiery explosion kind of way, but it exploded with a magical force so strong, it blew away all the trees like a typhoon.
The explosion noise was so loud, it reached the cottage where my father and his friend were startled out of their conversation and turned to look at the direction of the booming sound, their skin prickling from the powerful magic they sensed flowing in the air.
Did the cave collapse? Did my astral form manage to return to my body? What caused the numbers to go up?
I never knew what happened next, because just as the explosion happened, morning came---
---and I woke up.
***
Wow my first and second entry is like, 3 years apart! I keep forgetting to write down my dreams and ended up forgetting everything huhu.
Anyways this is a really weird and movie-like dream I had last month and I just felt like I really needed to write it because it was so interesting and I'm so curious of what happens next! It was just like watching a movie that ended up with a cliffhanger and there's no sequel hhjajsjs I hope I'll have a continuation dream of this because I am soo curious! This can be a nice fic prompt tbh and I might develop it if I get inspiration lolol
But for now I'll leave the rest to your imagination ;))
-LeXa
