Rewriters [Completed]

Chapter 33: The Voice in my Head

Lysa opened her eyes to see that she was in some strange white space. Is this a dream?

She started walking around, trying to find anything other than white void all around. It felt strange and fuzzy, but she was surprisingly lucid, aware that it was some kind of a dream.

"Hey Lysa."

She froze, recognising that voice. Turning around, she noticed that instead of a white space all around, there was a section that looked like a portion of a park, complete with trees and bushes. Her eyes landed on the owner of the voice, widening in shock.

Caesar was there, sitting on a large stone. He was not wearing that black jacket that he wore as Harbinger; he was wearing a simple white shirt. When he noticed that she was staring, he waved.

Caesar! she thought, tensing up.

"Wait!" he shouted, flustered. "Don't throw rocks at me!"

How did he know what I was thinking of-

"We are in your consciousness," he spoke. "I can hear your thoughts here."

What.

"But wait! Seriously, please don't throw rocks at me," he said, standing up and holding up his hands in surrender. "I'm... uh... not Caesar."

"Then who are you?"

"Hmm... let's just say that I'm a... personification of your power's will," the Caesar lookalike explained. "Basically, I am your power. Since I used to belong to Caesar... I have his memories and uh, that's why I look like him... and sound a little like him."

Lysa relaxed slightly. "Oh..."

She blinked, realising something. "You... you were that voice in my head... all this while."

"Yup." He sat back down as a sorrowful look appeared on his face. "I've... been trying to talk to you... all this time. But every time I tried, you blocked me out. Now... you have finally accepted me."

She didn't know what to say.

"Come," he invited. "Sit next to me. We have lots of time."

Hesitantly, Lysa approached him and sat on a stone in front of him.

"That works too," the voice said. "Um... you have a lot of questions, don't you? I can try to answer them."

"Okay. You have Caesar's memories, right?" Lysa began. "Is it true... that he wanted to save me? That he wanted me to live?"

"Yes," he responded immediately.

"Then why did he try to kill me?"

"Hmm..." This time, he did not respond instantly. After a long pause, he spoke. "From his last thoughts... he... thought that it would force you to try and live... if that make sense? He saw that you were giving up and wanted to give you a motivation to live. He never intended to kill you... and was hoping for you to kill him."

"So... he gave his power to me... to save me?"

"Yes. He thought it might be able to help with your breathing problem..." It was very weird to see the Caesar lookalike smiling. "... and I was able to."

Lysa wasn't sure whether she could forgive him, even after learning the truth. For many months, she hated him and resented the power he forced on her. But at least, now she could accept it.

"What kind of power are you?" she asked.

"Ah. To put it simply, I hear your wishes and grant them." He held out his hand. "What is your wish, your desire? I will grant them all to you... except money. I can't give you money. And uh, I can't revive the dead."