Narcissus 2 2/2

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"I'm sorry dean, I can't I have a family who cares about me and who I care about. I don't want you, I want you to leave me alone."
"I understand narcissus" he sighed. with a quick turn he runs off with speed into the forest. I quickly grab my stuff and left to go home.
At home.
Lisa enters my room she had pajamas on with her brunette hair in a ponytail.
"You know, you've been spending a lot of time outside." She stated.
"I know, I just needed some time to think, I don't want people have the need to constantly see if I'm alright I can take care of my self you know, even with anemia."
"Narcissus, I'm looking out for you because you're my brother, not just because you're sick, by the way amélie and I convinced mom to let you come to school with the three of us."
"You did, when do I start?"
"You start on Monday, we already had your textbooks and your necessities packed." She replied.
I started feeling lightheaded and fatigue.
"That's great, I think I'm going to take a nap I'm tired." I insisted
"Okay, bye narc." She left the room and closed the door on her way out.
I took my jacket and pants off and went under covers.
Mist, a figure, a female figure calling out to me, narcissus "come to me" the voice spoke "accept me" she seems to have an accent, Irish? Scottish? I wouldn't know the difference.
"Who are you? What's your name" I asked. She walks into the light she had a promiscuous outfit on, she was beautiful, gorgeous, she had markings on her skin I couldn't identify she had a spear in one hand and a crow? Raven? Perched on her other hand. She looked mysterious with a hood on, dark markings around her eyes.
"I am The Morrigan!" Her voice spoke with authority.
"No!" Another female voice spoke but this time gentle and warm "come to me narcissus, and I will help you uncover your powers." When She appeared she wore a white sleeveless gown with golden bands around her arms, her hair held in ponytail- like bun. Her dress Exposed her back. She held two torches in her hands. She was just as beautiful as the first woman she had immaculate beauty. "I am Hecate"
The dream dispenses. I woke up sweating, I opened the bottle of water that was set on my night stand.
"Another redundant dream" I whispered.

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