Stardust

Denial

Denial (n): failure to acknowledge an unacceptable truth or emotion or to admit it into consciousness, used as a defense mechanism. Of all the things that I have heard in all of my years existing, the things that I learned about myself and my family's origin were the craziest stories ever. You would think that I would understand since I was birthed because of a wish, but this was a hard pill to swallow. These last couple days were somewhat of a dream. I couldn't accept what was presented to me as reality, because well, it wasn't. Not to me. Am I really supposed to believe that there are such things as shifters and that there was someone named the Dark Overlord? Actually, I don't even think that's real considering it's my dream, and things that I dream up doesn't really seem to make sense most of the time. Then, there was the fact that I have an evil cousin trying to kill me. I couldn't- no, I wouldn't- believe in such nonsense. As if on que, I found a note by my side. Opening it up, I discovered that it was the same green scribbles that I seen from my dream.

I quickly got up and searched for Blake knowing that he probably has some type of explanation for this. This isn't possible, is it? First, I dreamed of the note, then it appeared to me in real life? This has to be some kind of absurd joke.

"Who's Cole," I questioned. Blake was busy making breakfast. I guess he didn't hear me the first time, so I repeated my question.

"Who," he replied.

"Cole," I repeated. Seeing the confusion on his face, I handed him the note that I found on my bed. "This appeared in my dreams then again on my bed when I woke up. In this note, he claims to be our cousin."

"I have no idea. I'll check into it with the House. What else happened in this dream of yours anyways?"

I told him the dream, or what I remembered from it anyways. The cube's warning, the fact that I was dead, yup, that's about it.

"The cube appeared to you in a dream?"

I nodded.

"That's odd. It doesn't really appear to anyone ever. Looks like we're going to have to start training you as soon as possible then if this warning is actually true, but we have to get the other two."

"What do you mean, if it's actually true?"

"Don't you know that dreams are real too or at least some degree to reality."

I never thought of dreams as that. I always figured that they weren't real. Probably just windows to my imagination. I took joy in that thinking that it was me creating everything in my dream, kind of like my own little world. When things became out of control, I always blamed it on my overactive imagination, but now knowing that it is true. Everything that I've seen in my dreams are real, or somewhat to a certain degree. That's just going to have to be on top of the other things I have to swallow.

"How are we going to get the other two? Who are they? Do they even know about their abilities?"

"They don't know it yet, but you're going to help me get them here to start their training."

"How? I don't even know who they are."

"Sure you do. You met them yesterday."

Sitting at my usual spot during lunch, I kept thinking back to my dream and the fact that I already know who the other two shifters are. I can't believe it's those two. Out of all the other people in the world, it had to be the two that I first met here.

"So how are you adjusting," Zara asked after going through her rant of whatever she was ranting about. I wasn't even paying attention.

"Fine," I answered nonchalantly. Looking around the lunch room, I noticed the guys that I seen my first day here.