In the World of Black and White

Eight-That Night

That night was the worst sleep I had in years. I woke up at least ten times during the night but the most peculiar thing was the dream. It changed to a dream even worse. This time it wasn't just the voice, it was a figure. it called to me, it wanted me to come closer. As I got closer, the figure turned around more. It wasn't just a girl in my dream. It was Zeria. My heart stopped beating at the sight of her again. we just stood there, watching each other. " You have to stop this Shadow. You can't bring me back." she told me with tears coming out her eyes. I wanted to speak, I wanted to yell. "I can try, I will try, I can't loose you by a drunk knight. I can't loose you." That's what I wanted to say even though my vocal chords won't work, but she knew what I wanted to say. "It wasn't a drunk knight. My heart jolted. They lied, they kept her real death hidden from me. "It was a dark figure in a raggedy cloak. I didn't see my killer." she said with some worry left in her voice. "Don't go on a wild goose chase. Stay here and watch Clover. She needs you." after that, Zeria started to fade away. I yelled don't go at the top of my lungs, but I couldn't say it out loud. I woke up the same as always, gasping and sweating. I looked over to my table to see a beautiful white orchid on my cloak. it was Zeria's favorite flower. I knew that she was still alive. Her ghost wasn't a ghost at all, it's a telepathic link. I looked to the moons for guidance on what to do, but I already knew. I had to get her back.