A Dragon's Crimson Cry
By: Tippi
A/N It was noted by a reader and my self that Jake was over his huntsclan fear suddenly so I did a little filler to get deeper into Jake's mind about the whole thing.
Ch 63 Indifference in Eyes
Jake tossed and turned in his bed at the turmoil currently going on in his head and life. So much has happened in less then a week. The events conflicted with his past, present and future. All frames of time had on thing in common, the huntsclan. A member appears in all three of the times and it conflicted with one another. This caused the nightmares of his past to return.
Jake was facing the trouble in his life within his dreams.
Jake was a young child again around the age of 10. He stood surrounded by the many faceless members of the huntsclan, all eyes on him. Looking at all the eyes triggered a feeling within him. I was like a cut reopening letting a droplet of blood drip out. But he could sense one pair of eyes above all others. He followed his sense till his eyes fell on the pair he knew among all others. The feeling he had was worse then what he felt with the others. It was like you were reopening a large wound, a gash that ran through most of his body releasing a flood of blood. Jake memories of the blood of his family being spilled filled his head; he felt the fear rise in his body as he kept staring into the eyes.
His stare was broken when he felt a shadow come over him and saw the shadow take shape. He realized the sudden danger coming from behind. Jake turned just in time to catch the hunts staff with hid hands holding it back inches from his face.
He could still feel the eyes of the slayer of his family boring into his back keeping him weak in memories of fear. He was feeling so helpless like he was when he was young.
Jake closed his eyes as his strength wavered allowing the blade to grow ever closer to it target.
'Helpless' was Jake's single thought as he felt the cold metal slipping in his hands. Then another thought occurred to him he wasn't 10 he wasn't the helpless child he had once been. He was older and stronger.
Jake opened his eyes and looked up into the eyes of his opponent forgetting the other eyes behind him. The wound closed back leaving a small more manageable cut. He still felt fear but it was a manageable fear.
It is said 'bravery isn't about not being afraid it's about what you do when you are afraid.'
Jake felt an indifference to the eyes. The uniform with the memories is what set off any felling of fear. So long as he kept his vision locked on the eyes the fear was lessened.
Jake's body became that of a 13 year old and his hands changed to that of a dragon. Jake's strength returned and he was able to push the weapon back and over power his opponent.
Buzzing hit Jake's ears and his eyes shot open. Jake's arm reach over to the side of his bed to turn off his alarm as soon as he realized it was dream.
Once the alarm was off he took a minute to lie in bed and reflect.
It was a dream but an informative dream none the less. He could handle the future battles with his new foes. He wasn't a helpless child and he had no past interaction with tragic memories to hinder him with fear. And the last time he did face his greatest fear he was able to fight back when another was in danger.
All this filled him with confidence as he arose from the bed to begin his day.