Genevieve dreamt. She never dreamt. She was naked completely at the summit of the day. She was in a forest. It seemed her surroundings were blinding. Its intensity was stronger than the sun. Where is this beautiful place and why am I here? She went deeper into the forest and saw that there was a hammock flying under a waterfall. She stepped into the waterfall and the water felt so cleansing.
There was a whistle in her earshot.
A ladder flew down from the hammock and she climbed it with no hesitation.
"Wow, this view is amazing!" she laid down.
Like a thunderclap, someone swung on a vine and she saw this.
He landed a few feet in front of her. "Hi, there,"
"Oh geez," she shielded herself.
He tossed her clothes.
"Turn around," she said.
He did.
She changed. "Alright, you can look, and thanks for the clothes," she said.
"You're welcome, "Origin," he said.
"My name is Genevieve," she said.
"Sorry, Genevieve it is; I'm Conor," he apologized.
"Now that the introductions are over what do you want?" she asked.
"Ouch, that hurt, what if I don't want anything?" he asked.
"Everyone wants something," she replied.
"Fair enough, what do you want?" he asked.
"I don't know," she answered.
"Alright, next question," he waited.
"How did you know I wanted to ask something?" she asked.
"You have that curiosity," he explained.
"And it killed the cat," she added.
"I don't understand," he waited.
"Curiosity can cause conflict and destruction... trust me," she explained.
"I see," he said.
"So, where are we?" she asked.
"The second realm," he said.
"Never heard of it," she shrugged.
"You will," he said. "Give me your palm," he said.
"Will it hurt?" she hesitated.
"No," he assured her. He traced a crescent moon on both sides of her palms.
It was silver and sparkly even after a few minutes.
"Consider it a welcome present," he smiled.
"Do you have one too?" she asked.
"It's under my ribs on both sides," he answered.
"Cool," she said.
"That view from the hammock is amazing!" she beamed.
"I agree," he said.
"You look tired," he lifted her up and they flew.
He laid her down and kissed her forehead. "Rest Genevieve, and I'm so glad to see you,"
Genevieve opened her eyes in the morning. "That was the nicest and most confusing dream I've ever had,"
"Morning Gen," her Dad said.
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The Bloody, Water Bridge: Book 1 of the Link Novelette Series
Misterio / SuspensoA tragedy ignites an ancient telling only remembered by a few. Secrets between close friends, family, lovers, allies, and enemies, cause a shift in everything that known by them and what is not. These revelations are permanent as well as the connec...
