The Makers of Destiny: Monarchy

Chapter Seventeen: A Second Visit

When Lillian fell asleep that night she found herself in the same room as before. When Mr. Stalker materialized behind her, Lillian snatched a red vase off the glossy black table and hurled at him.

"Someone's upset today," he commented dryly as he simply sidestepped her terrible throw. The vase didn't even shatter satisfying but instead vanished into the floor. Stupid dream world.

"You think?" She growled. "Is one night of peaceful sleep too much to ask for?"

"After what happened today, did you really think you're going to get a peaceful night sleep."

"Evidently not, not with you here."

Mr. Stalker gestures to the couches. "Why don't you sit down before you throw something else?"

Lillian stalked to the chair, but the second she sat down all her anger melted away, leaving behind deep-seated exhaustion in her bones. Apparently, it didn't matter if she was actually sleeping or not during these dreams; they were tiring.

"So," Mr. Stalker drawled. "You didn't listen to me."

"You're just a creepy stranger in my dreams," Lillian groaned, slouching on the couch, pressing the heels of her hands to her eyes. "Heck. You might even be a figment of imagination. Your words don't hold much weight."

"Maybe I'm your brain trying to tell you something."

"Well, my brain isn't known for making good decisions. No good reason to listen to it."

Mr. Stalker slowly sat down on the couch next to Lillian. "Well. On that note, maybe it's time I confess something. I'm not a figment of your imagination. Though I would think that if you had that worry you would have brought it up last time."

Lillian looked at Mr. Stalker blearily. "That's exactly what a figment of imagination would say. And I did consider that I was insane and made you up last night too."

Mr. Stalker shrugged. "Oh well. Why don't you just humor me and start taking my words in good confidence? Ignoring what I said last time didn't work out really well for you today."

Lillian frowned, recounting the days event. "Ezekiel talked. Cheyenne got the information she needed. At least I think she did. I don't really know. Uh. Ezekiel gave me a freaky fiery ring so that's cool. I learned a lot of new things. And... oh. You're not suggesting the explosion has anything to do with what I did?"

Mr. Stalker shrugged. "Don't be dense. What did I say last time?"

"We wizards, we have a way of seeing the future too. I'm warning you. Don't do this. Something... If you do, something bad will happen."

Lillian narrowed her eyes. "If you knew this was going to happen, why did you just sit there and let it happen? People got hurt!"

Mr. Stalker gave a sad apologetic smile. "I would have stopped it if I knew exactly what was going to happen. I just knew that what you did today wasn't the right course of action. I didn't know what the consequence was going to be."

Lillian sank deeper into the car. "So why are you here now? To rub it in?"

"No, I'm not cruel. I'm on your side here. I want to help. Because you don't know quite as much as you think you know. For everything the others told you they are hiding twice as much."

Lillian cocked her head. "I don't know about that, some of the things they told me seemed pretty personal."

Like Ameria and the ax hanging above her head ready to fall any second.

Cheyenne and Christopher's parents' death.

Mr. Stalker gave a disappointed sigh. "Did you ever wonder why the prophets are so insistent on hiding information from the enchanters? Did you even think about what I said last night? You're helping them give power back to the Fates. You really think they told you about our world to be kind?"