There he stood, the deep, brilliant amethyst stone at his feet. What had he gotten himself into? Where had it come from? He reached down to touch it, feeling a certain heat radiating from it-
"Tajmeh! Time for school!"
He peeled his eyes open, rushing to get dressed in a panic. Fully clothed now, a comb ran through his bed-head, he paced downstairs to his kitchen where the rest of the Shekkar family sat. He shoved a donut in his mouth noisily munching away.
"Tajmeh what have I told you about eating like that?" His mom chastised him.
"Ma, I'm sorry. I'm hungry!"
His mother nodded dramatically, disproval still showing on her face.
"I had the dream again!"
"Oh come on! Stop talking about that stupid dream, Taj!" his older sister Rubiyah said.
"I swear, it means something. I'll show you one day!" Tajmeh said, hope in his eyes.
As he was walking to school, he couldn't shake how vivid the dream was this time. He could still almost feel the heat reaching for his fingers. He could smell the acidic, smoky odor of the rock. It made his head hurt thinking about it sometimes.
Thinking back to the first time he had experienced the dream, he realized it was two years ago, when he was twelve. He was confused of course, but more than anything he was mystified. He latched onto the feeling, this feeling of longing and duty, that the dream gave him.
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The Boy With A Rock
RandomEveryone has treated Tajmeh as if he was crazy. He knows he's not. If only they knew the adventure Tajmeh would soon pursue, and the destiny he will be led to. Follow him in his path to realization in my book The Boy With A Rock.
