Who is she?

Chapter Two - Dreams or Visions?

"I want to talk to you, Emily"

"Emily...?"

"Emily?"

"Can you hear me?"

"Please come back, Emily""We need you..."

I clutch her vision as long as I can, as much as I can; but despite that I remain helpless. I don't have enough power left to communicate with her. I feel so lost. Pleading out her name in desperation; for so long. She can't hear me. The surroundings close down on me and I am suffocating with pain, but she isn't even getting a hint. My bones turn weary and the blanket of tiredness overtakes. I need more rest. Before I am aware, I have drifted off into sleep.

"Anjali help me! Can you hear me?" The tired voice was about to give up.

"Yes, I'll try my best."

The voice graced itself with a smile and succumbed to sleep, not to wake for long. Though, it's presence lingered for a while and the salty pang of longing hung back in the threads of air it previously occupied.

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"Finally, the child is eighteen."

A hope glistened in their eyes. For the first time in ages, a peaceful silence was welcomed. Some were still sceptical, confusion lingering around them. Myrtle's heart skipped a beat. She has been waiting for this moment, just like any other present here. Surviving was not her taste. She wanted to live, live to her fullest.

A grumpy, muscular soul striding across the silent Norholt Street, stopped in front of the Nightrot tree. The blue neon-lit flowers of the tree resembled peace once but now, it didn't glow, rather the flowers were turning ugly day by day.

"She is still in a deep sleep. This is just a myth. It was a hope for us to LIVE! We have to do it on our own."

Varis, the oldest and wisest among all of them whispered something in his student's ears. The student nodded and spoke loudly against that man.

"This is what the prophecy said. We cannot make our own decisions just because she is still in a deep sleep."

He clasped his armed hands and fell to his knees in front of Varis as the gesture of respect. The old soul unlocked his hands from the back and raised them to accept respect.

The man got up and questioned with bewildered eyes, "Do you not think so, Master?"

"Thinking and Knowing is different, My Son. You don't need to know that right now. You'll learn it when the time comes." Varis smiled and went back to his Vertwyvern.

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Cerene's eyelids flew open. The shiny blue sphere was floating. It was trying to light itself up. Dim... Bright... Dim... Finally, it glowed bright blue. The sphere was large enough to contain a King-sized bed.

Madam Utharra was the way she had always been, as still as statue. Everyone recognized her as the warrior behind the cloak. The cloak covered her from her neck to her nose due to its up-straight collar while the rest of her face embraces the shadow under her cape. No one has ever seen her face except 'The Legendary', the ones entangled with 'The Prophecy'. Although Cerene lived with her in the same room for years, she wasn't fortunate enough. The glow tried lighting Madam Utharra's face, enveloped in darkness, but unsuccessful.