The Keepers

Fantasy is Reality

"No! You can't! Don't do this! She's but a child!" A familiar yet unknown voice called out in the darkness. But this fragile feminine voice was drowned by one booming masculine one. "She is a threat to herself. She needs to be brought to the realm, to center herself! Stealia,  we both know this hurts. But we mustn't allow our love for her to cloud our judgment. In time, when her abilities awaken, she can rejoin."
There was a pause. A heart dropping moment of silence.
"I know.. but Kratos.. what if it never does?"

My eyes fluttered open from the ear piercing sound of my alarm clock. Fuck. 5 am already?
What was that dream?
It fealt.. so surreal. Almost as if it was a memory. I only wish,  I could see who they were; maybe then I would have a better understanding. But then again it was a dream right? I didn't eat dinner last night so maybe that's why my brain decided to get carried away. I laughed at my own thoughts. Yep. It's happening. I am going mental.

I swing my legs, so they drape on the side of my bed. Swinging them, feeling my queen sized air bed rock gently. Using my arms, careful to not put weight on my wrist, I brace myself to jump off. Landing quietly, I trod into the kitchen for breakfast.
But I am not hungry. I have noticed this has been a problem of mine recently. Am I depressed? I don't think I am? Though, there is alot on my heart lately.
Maybe I should force myself to eat.
I sigh. Nope. Hot bean water it is for me.
I start up my coffee machine, hearing  the sputures of the delicious warm beverage, I walk casually to my fridge. I swipe my hand over the cold metal. As it starts to move like waves, I look at the holographic screen that appears. Shit. I forgot to get creamer. Well, cows milk it is. I select the 2 % and a small cup appears in my hand. It's cold to the touch, staring at the white liquid, I walk to the coffee machine. Carefully I pour the cold milk into my coffee. Stirring it while doing so.

The comfortable warmth of the mug seeps through my hands, making me relax. I wander into my living room and slowly sit on my couch. I need to wake up. I could chug this coffee like a college kid downs ale, but that would be unwise, and I prefer to have my tastebuds intact. I slowly sip the warm brown beverage, its warmth spreading from my lips, to my tongue,  and down my throat. I close my eyes, relaxing. Even in the crazy times of this world, I do try to find some peace. No matter how little. 
I open my eyes and scan my bookshelf, though, I am not sure what I wish to read.  I have read them all. My eyes then catch a glimpse of metal on the floor besides the bookshelf. Oh! I forgot my ring.
....
I am not sure if I should pick it up. I am not really in the mood to be lifted in the air again.
I decide to anyways. 
I place my mug on the floor, rising slowly up off my white leather couch, I walk cautiously towards my ring. I gingerly touch it with my foot. I pause, waiting to be levitated back up into the air again. Nothing.
Strange. Then again, last night was the cherry on top.
I  crouch down and balance on my heels, timidly I pick up the ring. It does nothing.
Perplexed in my thoughts I place it back in its prior resting place. Maybe I dreamt that too? But then how would my ring end up in the ground? My mind began to swim. I felt nauseous.
I should go for my run, I am awake now after all.

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The smell of Pine and fresh rain fill my nostrils. The musty wet land beneath my feet.
The Commitee may have walls, but at least they were kind enough to make a small forest in the middle of the city.
A safe haven.
For romantic getaways, evening strolls, or morning runs.
I choose to run.
I've never known a man to be mine.

I hear a little tune go off. Slowing to a stop, I press the tip of my left ear, I answer the incoming call.
"Hello Clementine. What news do you bring?"

"Hey lovey! I wish you wouldn't be so gloom. My god girl you need to get laid! Speaking of which!..."

I rolled my eyes as she babbled on.
Clementine was a sweat girl. We have known each other since the Scripture,  we learned together and finally graduated. She was the life of the party, and she lived for it. It seemed every week she'd  have a new flavour. I laughed internally.
"So what you say babes? Wanna go to the Rift on Saturday? Find you a hottie to bone?"
I cringe.
"Um, I don't know Clem, I have been so stressed lately.."
Before I could finish she cut me off.
"Omg! Girl that is EXACTLY why you need to get out! Its decided. I'm kidnapping you this weekend! I'll pick you up at 8. You'd better be dressed! OH! I know! Wear the sexy, purple sequin romper I gave you for your birthday last year! You've never worn it babes, and its insulting." She laughs warmly.

I feel a smile creep on my lips as she pokes fun at me.

I rolled my eyes.
"Fine, see you at 8. Love you! Have a great day."

"Byyye bitch! Love ya!"

*click*

I sigh. God. What am I going to do about her. I chuckle at myself. I have always felt like a mother to her. But maybe she is right. Maybe, I do need to have some fun.