Wind Arrow

Chapter 5: Unlocking Fate

I wake up finding myself lying on the shingly ground where the eccentric note appeared. The night air was warm and the rustling of leaves breaks the eerie silence. I stand up and comprehend that I was still wearing my pajamas.

I was sleeping in my room right? How did I get here?

Even if the feelings of genuineness struck me, everything seems real. Until I deduce that maybe this is once again, a dream.

The sound of footsteps resonates behind. Looking back, Zylle appears before me.

"What are you doing here?" I stammer in disclosure.

He pauses for a while and white clouds blur my vision.

"You want to know everything right?"

"So you really do know everything?" I ask in cognizance.

My vision fades further waning into downright black with darkness that can only totally be perceived. Despite my vision, I still hear and feel the warm wind breeze caressing my skin.

"Meet me here as soon as you wake up."

Those warm words are the last voice I hear until I finally wake up in my bedroom.

I guess I'm totally awake.

I look at the ancient clock pointing at 11 pm. I haven't even had a chance of having a nice sleep even for one hour from this strenuous day. Now, what's next?

Will I follow his words or neglect them completely?

Besides, it's a dream. Something imagined by my subconscious mind, something unreal, my own fantasia... just a mere trance of my imagination.

But wait. What if it's true? Should I let a chance of unearthing the answers to my questions pass by?

I should at least try.

I open my wardrobe and clasp for jeans, plain gray shirt as usual, and a cottony white jacket to fight the frosty night. As I reach the porch, I garb on my tennis shoes so I can run comfortably. I make my way through the bordering streets alongside my house and see the stars blazing brightly lighting the sky along with the fiery crescent moon.

As I'm already a few steps near from Zylle's location, hesitation fills in. I decelerate my pace with uneasiness. Reaching the place, only deafening silence welcomes me. I decide to seat on the nearest bench waiting for him, thinking that maybe he'll be late. After one hour of patience, he hasn't arrived yet. Making my mind up, I begin to stand and start my way home slowly.

I'm such a fool. Of course it's just a mere dream. It can't be genuine. It will never be.

Thoughts of disillusionment and regret ponder upon my mind. After a while, I hear some enigmatic rustling of leaves back at where I came from. I glance back and catch a sight of Zylle standing beside a tree and immensely staring at me..

I start to get dazed to the thought that the dream is really real. Everything's real. But how and why?

"You—you're he— here." I utter with cracks in my voice.

"So you really waited."

"But how?"

"I don't know too." He grins as always.

"Now tell me. Who are you really? Why do you keep on appearing and acting so strange? What do you want with me?"

"I'm not acting strange. That's what you only think."

"Then do you have something to do with my dreams?"

His brown eyes changes into a solemn grave stare. "Follow me."