Chapter Two

The Dream Reoccurs

After a mock-duel with Piers, Jenna was tired. But not tired enough to invite Piers over for dinner.

"Hey Piers?" Jenna called over her shoulder to her struggling friend. They were climbing up the steep hill to go back to Jenna's house.

"Yes?" he called back up in a dry voice. Jenna silently laughed at him; he usually so composed and saintly. His motto was "Cleanliness is next to godliness."

"Are you interested in coming over to my house and having dinner with us?" she asked. Piers coughed and she added, "And maybe have a drink of water while you're there?" Piers gave her a death glare, but otherwise replied, "Yeah, sure."

They climbed the rest of the hill in silence.

After a hearty meal made by Jenna's mother, and during which an awkward silence surrounded Isaac, Piers left. Jenna was full; fuller than she'd thought she would be.

She went upstairs to her room and plopped on her bed, sighing in ecstasy. Her mother could cook an excellent meal if she put her mind to it.

Jenna rubbed her stomach, which was slightly swollen. She stretched, and pushed her boots off. She didn't even bother changing her clothes or going under the covers—she fell asleep.

That morning, she had told Piers that the dream was unlikely to reoccur, and that if it didn't, she would leave it and the mysterious tower alone. But despite her reassurances, the dream came again. Only this time it was different.

She was inside a black abyss, but with strange blue stone walls behind her, as if her entrance was sealed. Jenna didn't feel comfortable in this place. Something was off.

After a pregnant pause, Jenna felt someone—or something—behind her. She whirled around, and found herself staring into two azure eyes.

"You returned," the man said, surprised. Jenna scowled. "Of course I did," she snorted. "You didn't really give me anything in the last dream."

"You think this is a dream? You think that the last one was a dream?" the man asked, and Jenna felt her skin crawl. What did that mean? Did it mean that she was really on the mountain's side last night?

"Jenna, my dear (A/N below), this is not a dream. This is destiny. And I quote myself; this is 'inevitable'," he said, motioning his hand around the abyss. Jenna bit her lip. This man was creepy.

"How do you know who I am?" she asked, cautiously. The man smiled sadly. "I've been watching you since your brother died," he said. Jenna's heart ached at the mention of Felix; she still didn't like talking about him.

Anger seized Jenna's mind. "Why were you watching me! Are you some kind of stalker!" she cried. The man shook his head. "I am not a stalker. I was watching you because you were captivating," he said, and looked to his right. Jenna followed his gaze, brushing his words aside. Of course the red-headed girl was captivating. She stood out like a sore thumb!

The man was looking at a table, with wooden chairs bordering it. All had ornate cushions on them, and all looked inviting. The whole room glowed with reds, oranges, and browns. Jenna warmed up to it instantly, but the man seemed impartial to it.

He started walking, or gliding, rather, over the darkness. Jenna had no choice but to follow him. He pulled out a chair, and Jenna followed suit. That was when she noticed something.

This man, in all his blue glory, was immensely out of place in this room. She gasped, and cried, "You're a water Adept, aren't you?" The man raised an eyebrow at her and said simply, "Yes."

"That explains all the blizzards we'd have…" Jenna said, more to herself than anything. The man nodded, saying, "I practice often." Jenna scowled at him. "You throw our whole seasons out of whack. When it's summer, it rains. When it's spring, there are blizzards. And you call it practice?" she said in a snarl.

The man remained stone-faced. "How else am I supposed to practice?" he asked monotonously. Jenna was getting impatient. "Practice for what, exactly?" she cried. The man looked into her eyes sharply, and Jenna was immobilized.

"I am practicing for my destiny, and yours," he said, slowly and deliberately. Jenna's eyes widened; she gasped inwardly. What did this man mean?

"Jenna, when the time comes, a messenger will arrive. He will bring you to me, and finally, we will be reunited," the man said, and dismissed her with a wave of his hand.

Jenna did not awake, but the memory of his ice-cold eyes stayed with her all night.

She awoke with a gasp. Her lungs felt deprived of oxygen, and her mouth was dry. She licked her parched lips. It felt as if all the fluids in her body were drained. She stood, and her legs felt wobbly.

Jenna went immediately to the bathroom and drank from the basin of water. She drained half the basin until she felt normal again. Then she had to use the bathroom.

Jenna went downstairs, where breakfast was waiting for her. Flower sat opposite to her, and watched every movement. She felt uncomfortable, as the Venus Djinni was eyeballing her so, but then she paused.

"Are you the Messenger (A/N below)?" she asked the Djinni. The Djinni gave her a skeptical look and said, "No, but I have a message from my tummy. It wants your bacon." Jenna laughed shortly but handed over her bacon. Flower jumped down to the floor and started munching noisily.

Jenna stood and rinsed her plate off. She put it away, and then went outside. She searched for a blue hair with a braid, but no one caught her eye. So she sighed in disappointment and went inside to help her mother with chores.

Her dream pestered her the whole day. She was fighting herself—tell Piers, or don't? She didn't want to sleep on it, as the dream might come back. But it didn't.

Alex pulled out his mirror. Ah, yes. Jenna was asleep. He had bothered her enough; it was clear she was becoming worried. His plan was working. She would come to him soon enough.

He smiled all-knowingly just before he whipped up a blizzard and sent it down the mountain to sleepy little Vale. He would see her in due time.

(A/N) Since Alex is always calling Jenna "my dear" in the second game, I might as well put it in here, right?

(A/N) Ever see the movie Ghostbusters? If so, Rick Moranis was always asking people, "Are you the Gatekeeper?" Only in this fic, it was "Are you the Messenger?" HAHAHAHA. I'm hilarious.

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