The Force In Your Hands

Chanter

I was in an enormous hall. Ten columns held the ceiling. At least I thought they held the ceiling. I couldn't see it though. The hall was just dimly lit by some torches that were hanging at the columns. There was no light coming through the twelve large windows, and as I looked outside, I couldn't see anything. Between the windows, there were statues, probably at least four times my height, on pedestals. They all looked like people in frocks. I couldn't see the faces because they were hidden by the cowls. In their hands, they were holding weapons, like swords, arrows, or daggers. They were vigilant, ready to make a spring at anybody who would just take one wrong step.
I moved toward the statue standing the closest to me. It didn't have any weapon, instead, it was stretching out its hand in front of its body. I carefully touched its foot which I could barely reach. The stone under my fingers was smooth. As I slid my fingers over the statue's foot for the second time, a flame sparked in its hand.
I backed away, shocked, and the flame died out.
Then, steps appeared behind me. They echoed in this room, and I heard them coming towards me slowly. They moved in my direction calmly and without any rush. Unlike the steps in my other dream, I wasn't afraid of those steps. I turned around slowly and saw a man, around 1.80m tall. He was wearing a frock, just like the statues, but his face wasn't hidden by the cowl. He was bald with jet black eyes. He was looking up to the statue that had held the flame in its hand before. Then he looked at me and said with a dark, calm but serious voice, "Luna?"
"That is me, yes. But who are you?" I asked a counterquestion.
"That doesn't matter. I just want to talk to you," he said deadly.
"I don't talk to people I don't know," I said and crossed my arms in front of my chest.
"I know you don't know me, but I know you." His eyes glanced dangerously as he said that.
Now I was curious and nixed my intention, not to talk to people I didn't know, "how do you know me?"
"You're important to us. We're checking you out. If we're watching you, nothing is going to happen to you," he just answered.
"Who is 'we'? Why should something happen to me? And who are you anyway?" Now I was anxious. Why did this man have to talk in riddles?
"Luna. So many questions which I can't answer yet. Soon, you'll understand."
"Are you not able to or do you not want to?"
He didn't answer this question, he just smirked.
"Ugh, it doesn't matter anyway! I'm just dreaming! This isn't real! It's just a fantasy! You're not real, this hall isn't real and everything else isn't either! It's all just my fantasy! So leave me be, and let me dream something nice!" I shouted. That was just weird!
"No, Luna. This is real. Even if you don't think so. But I want to tell you something now. So you'll at least understand something. What you just did with that statue, only a few people can do as well. This statue is the only element statue in this hall. If a chanter touches it, the statue will show their element. And you're a fire chanter. Those are very rare and very powerful."
"A fire-what?"
"A chanter. Just like your mother."
"Claire?" Claire was one of those cha-thingies?
"No. Just like Julia. Your birth mother." I stopped and my eyes went wide, "Julia? Is that her name?"
"You didn't know her, did you?"
"No, I didn't."
"She's a chanter, just like you. Fire chanters are rare."
"What do you mean, she 'is'? She's dead. And what is that? A cha-thingy?"
"No, she's alive. A chanter is some kind of witch. You possess some very strong magic. That's why they're after you. They want you. Or, better said, they want your magic. But we're taking care of you, nothing can happen to you."
"Who are 'they'? And why do you say my mother is alive? She died in a car accident! When I was still a little girl!"
"Not everything you're told is the truth. People tell lies if they think a lie would be more pleasant. I can't explain more today, and I have to leave now." He turned around and went away. Left me alone. Alone with so many questions. And without any answers.