Chapter 2
Being in a dark and vague place where I'm alone and no one could hear me is something I've seen in many dreams every time I fall asleep. But this time is very different from my usual dreams where I would be alone to myself but in front of my brothers' doorsteps. Except there was no way for me to come in and all my friends would be in the house and will not notice me no matter what tricks I try to get their attentions. The worst part was that everyone was happy like they didn't care about me at all; alone outside calling for them. This dream I'm having is much different and it doesn't feel like a typical dream. It felt like some kind of memory I, for some reason, have. There were fast images of this beautiful woman who strangely looks like me . . . smiling with this man. This continues on when it showed the woman being surrounded my armed men, all their weapons pointed at her.
The woman standing there emits a strong aura of power around her, seemingly not faced even if these dangerous weapons of war were pointed at her. The woman opened her mouth to say something but I didn't hear what she said at all. She then cups her hand and it looks like she was holding something inside. Closer, closer, closer. The armed men starts to slowly walk closer to the young woman. The silence seem to fill the room even more than before. One of the men shouted something, but it also fell on deaf ears. But I soon figured out what he had said after the men started furiously firing at her. Even as the bullets pierced her body she continue standing still, looking down at her cupped hand. I wanted to scream to her, to move, to get out of the way, heck, just react. But she kept standing still. It started feeling funny to me. Even though I have seen so much violence in my lifetime.
Even though I, myself, have killed people and torture them in the most evil and brutal ways possible. I wanted to throw up. I clutched my stomach, feeling an unknown pain. Why was I scared for this woman? She then slowly turned her head my way, and looked directly into my eyes. She looked down at my stomach, and I did the same. I almost had a heart attack when I saw that there were wounds in my stomach. Why? How? I looked up at her again. But this time, I was the person being surrounded by men firing their machinery at me. She smiled. No, the person in my body smiled.
The scene blurred again and switched to what I think is a memory of somebody. A man, the person that I saw the woman smiling with at the beginning of what I assume to be this dream was clutching her bloodied body. At first, he laughed with tears in his eyes while shaking her body. I think he was telling her to quit the jokes, but then the pained smile disappeared. It quickly turned into a sob, and a few minutes later, a full on cry. I was back in my own body, just sitting there watching this scene play out. It gave me an angsty feeling, and tears rolled down my cheeks. Why? Why am I having these emotions? I looked up again.
He was telling her how much he loves her, over and over again, occasionally struggling to say it because of the hiccups and sobs. Why am I feeling sad for these people? 'Sadness is weakness, Jewel,' I suddenly remember my younger brother's words. 'And as soon as you show your weakness, even for a split second, the enemy is sure to strike.' I looked up once more and noticed that he was wearing something a noble or someone of the royal family would wear. Then one of the armed men walked towards him. I screamed at the man that was holding his lover's body to watch out. But the armed man simply rested his left hand on the man's shoulder.
"Young master, please release the corpse of the rouge," the armed man said. So I WAS right. I knew he was someone of high status. I saw that the man's muscles tensed and clenched his teeth.
"How dare you . . ." The man took shallow breaths.
"Prince Argento," the armed man said, trying to calm the man. "This was for your own safety. She was a dangerous rogue. She only wanted you for your power," he finished. Argento? My pet dragon has the same name. Weird. Hearing the name got me in a confused frenzy. The whole scene shifted to complete darkness. Once again, I was sitting all alone, in a dark and vague place where I only have myself.
I woke up with a jolt, and took giant gulps of air. I quickly glanced around my settings, making sure this isn't some kind of those 'a dream within a dream' scenario. That was weird, but then again, dreams never make sense. But, what I find wasn't my comfy bed, but I was lying on grass. I looked up at the sky. It had soft colors like sweet pink and pale blue. It calmed me down after that disastrous nightmare. I think it's in the morning. I also heard moving water, calming me down even further. This isn't the strangest thing I've ever gotten myself into, but it was still strange.
"Excuse me, love. What are you doing here?" I looked up to find two people.