Chapter 7
I am becoming accustomed to my weird dreams, especially those of these past couple of days. I have dreamt of evil little girls, not-so-evil little girls who change into full grown women warriors, and I have dreamt childhood memories I thought were long over. Well, I was wrong.
However, this dream is different. I am not an active participant but an observer. I am standing against the cool wall of the inside of a little home definitely not the 21st century. This place smells like my Grandma's house minus my Grandma.
A man is kneeling over the small bed while a young woman whispers something in his ear. I cannot hear them. I cannot see their faces. I try to move against the wall to see their faces. Left or right, it doesn't matter. The room moves in the same direction as my body. I give up after a few more hopeful tries.
The man moves slightly back from the young woman. All I can see of her is her arm and hand, grasping the man's shirt. Her nails are painted gold. Then she is gone. Her body fades away into familiar specks of gold light. Hmm…
Time then moves faster and moves we forward to sometime later. I see the man returning home. I see him writing in a green leather journal. I see him on his walk through the woods to the nearby town, the journal tucked away in his coat.
I wonder where he is going with that journal? He is off to claim a multimillion dollar book deal with his manuscript? They would then turn his manuscript into a young adult movie series or TV show.
"I really need to lay off the young adult vampire books," I say to myself.
"Vampires?" the man asks, turning around. "You associate with vampires? Devil possessed corpses of the nights that feed on the flesh of the innocent?"
"Well, they don't look like corpses," I reply, getting defensive that this guy is bad mouthing my imaginary vampire men. I then realize the man can see and hear me.
"How long have you been able to see me?" I ask.
"I was waiting for you to introduce yourself," he says with a smile. He's good looking, I'll give him that. He looks like Rowen, only without the hair, the eyes, the smile, and the perplexed look. He can't be older than 25.
"I'm Rinfi Rei Fuan."
"That's an impressive name," he says. "Your family must be strong and powerful. She told me you'd have a name like that. A proud name. Your mother would teach you to say all of it during introductions." I ignore the creepiness of him knowing about my mom. He probably has a mom like my mom. Poor soul.
"She? You talking about the woman who died recently?" I have no reference of time here. It could have been days, hours, or the guy could have killed her minutes ago. A teenage girl alone in the woods with a serial killer. That would make a good made-for-TV movie. Unless he is a serial killer who kills other killers…that would make him sexy as hell.
"And who are you and why can you see me when we are in my dream? I remember falling asleep so don't say I'm in your dream. I have had enough of being in other people's dreams or dream worlds or whatever."
The man stares at me for a second or two, no doubt trying to comprehend and take in everything I just unloaded on him. I do not have the patience to wait for him to reply. It will probably be the next season (whatever season that is, I have no reference for the time of year either). Is it fall or early winter out here? I'm cold.
"You're Greena, aren't you?" I ask. I'm not completely clueless to what is going on. "And that woman I saw you talking to or attending to…that's Kindra, isn't it?"
"You are a very direct girl, aren't you, Rinfi Rei Fuan?" he says with a smile. "My name is Hukara Greena and yes, that was Kindra, the wielder of the Armor of the Sun, you saw in my bed. You see, I was sent to your dream to explain to you what has happened, and what is currently happening to you."
"You were sent here?"
"Yes, I was sent here. I'm dead, child. The only places I travel to are dreams and shrines to scare little children who disrespect the dead. God, I love scaring them."
"But the other half of your manuscript…why didn't you publish it?" I remember what Anubis had said moments before I fell asleep. The first half was recorded, the second half (arguably the more important half) was never recovered.
"I died before I could reprint it and give it to a historian."
"If you don't mind me asking, how did you actually die?"
"I was killed," replies Greena, continuing his walk with me walking by his side. "By your sister, Oura." .
"I don't have a sister named Oura," I correct him. "I am from the future, not this time period."
"You may have been born in the future but your soul is very old, Rinfi Rein Fuan, very old. And very powerful," explains Greena. "After the deaths of Oura and Becka, Kindra retreated to the mountains. Since she had not used her armor for power or revenge or spite, she was able to live without her armor and summon it. She lived quite peacefully up here for a time. I heard rumors of a witch living in these mountains, so I investigated and hence, found her. She wasn't a witch but a scared young woman."
"How long was she gone? I mean, how long did she live after the battle between her sisters?"
"Hundreds of years. When I found her though, she looked the same. A lonely young woman with the burden of carrying her siblings' petty rivalry and her family's cursed history. I asked her why her mother bestowed such cursed armors to her and her sisters. She couldn't answer that. I asked her where she sisters had been transported to after the battle."
"Why did they go?"
"Another dimension, only they were slowly seeping out of that dimension. Oura faster than her Becka. They were able to stretch themselves into our world through dreams and nightmares and shadows."
That would explain my dreams and nightmares. Oura is inhabiting my nightmares. Becka is renting my dreams.
"Kindra was dying when I found her," continues Greena. "She had used all her strength and power in trying to restore her sisters to this world. Even though her sisters would probably kill each other off again, what is a younger sister to do? Before she passed, she told me her one secret."
"Bet it has something to do with Oura," I mutter under my breath.
"She had found a way to bring her sisters back, physically, into our world. Oura was able to enter through Kindra. Kindra used herself as a portal for her older sister. Her body was with two persons' souls when she died. Kindra died before she could do the same for her other sister and before she could let Oura completely free."
"What was she telling you? Before she died?"
"With her last ounce of strength, Kindra begged me to kill her, correct the mistakes she had made. She wanted me to stab her straight through the heart. It was the only way to ensure Oura would not be completely released in our world."
"You didn't kill her though," I say, noticing the story has become very emotional for the man.
"No," says Greena. "I couldn't. She was still young. I have a sister her age."
"So that's it? You wrote about finding Kindra and watching her die? I thought you had found the sisters' armors or something."
"I have my suspicions as to the location of the elder sisters' last battle. But I have not yet traveled there. After Kindra's death, I prayed that she would find some way of returning here. I sense the three armors will have to battle eventually. We will all feel the consequences of such a battle. They are not something that can be wished away." Greena pauses and takes my hand.
"You, my dear, are that return. Kindra came back in you." I don't like where this conversation is going. I sense a hell of a lot of responsibility and honor being tossed on me.
"You're wrong, Greena," I say. "I'm being haunted by Oura, not Kindra. I saw Becka in a dream world, but I have never seen Kindra."
"Perhaps not yet. You are housing two very different souls in you, child. If you are not careful, they may tear your body apart." I think about my powers and for a moment, I believe it. I think about my headaches, nose bleeds, and ear bleeds. Is my body killing itself because there are two sisters bitching at each other inside me?
"What do I do, Greena?" I ask him, shaking him. "What can I do? I don't want to die. Hell, I don't want to fight anyone!"
"That's not a question I can answer, child. Only you can answer that with time." Greena touches my forehead. The sun on my forehead has returned. I can feel its warmth.
I also feel something inside me growl. Something in the pit of my stomach works it way up through my body. I clench my fists and close my eyes, trying to subdue whatever my body is trying to puke out.
"Don't fight it, Rinfi," says Greena. "This is what is supposed to happen. Don't blame yourself for it." I stop fighting it. The sound of blood splattering against the trees is something I don't think I will ever forget.
I wake up screaming. Not in pain but fear of what has happened. The room is empty. The guys must be out somewhere. I bury my head into Whiteblaze's side. The beast smells like a forest with a beautiful beach nearby. No amount of aroma therapy can drown out what I did.
"Jesus, I killed him," I say with a mouthful of fur. "And I didn't find out where he thought the sisters fought all those years ago."
Sage is watching me from the couch to my right. I don't see him at first, but someone else does. She turns my head and makes me stare at him.
"Our time is coming," she makes me say. "Do something about it."