Echo Of Dreams: Legacy Of The Past

March, 4 years ago At first, I couldn't see anything through the fog, but in the whiteness that felt like the middle of nowhere, I started to make out the sounds of shouting and silhouettes of people running around me. Take a breath. This isn't the first time I've opened my eyes to a world I don't know. I lower my head to the ground, having to squint my eyes to make out the flat green land beneath my feet. There's something in the air that stings my breath. I need to move. I take a few unsteady steps, not knowing which way to go, but I can make out the movement in the direction I'm looking, albeit slowly. I definitely need to stay away from this mess, go seek shelter somewhere safe and wait to wake up. It should be there. I always find those squinty eyes in trouble. Of the people running around me; Their long skirts are tattered, their blouses look torn and soot-stained. None of them seem to notice me in that confusion. I need to find him as soon as possible to end this nightmare. I see a crowd gathered in the middle of an empty field ahead. When I get closer, it's not hard to make out. He is taller and built than the others, which I find strange in an environment where people look so weak and sickly. Still, he's not at his best either. He is watching the open area with his back turned. I can sense his tense shoulders and thoughtful air, though from this distance it's hard to tell if it's my imagination or not. Meanwhile, as if he sensed that I was looking at him, he turns around and lingers around for a few seconds until his eyes find me. Relaxation. I can see him exhaling, obviously holding his breath. Surprise and relief fill his stern facial features at the same time. It's like he didn't expect me to be there. I can vaguely see the dirty shirt he was wearing waving as a sudden strong wind stirred up the dust around him and added salt and pepper to my not-so-good vision. Without seeming to notice the wind, he takes a step towards me with his heavy boots, as if he wants to come to me. I'm waking up. June, 2 years ago The warmth of the sun burning my skin gives me peace. I can't figure out where I am, a river flows past lush green meadows in what seems like a surreal world. “Finally, a beautiful dream,” I think. It had been months since the last one. I can enjoy the forest that seems untouched. Today, I decide that I'm in no rush. I'm finally in one of those dreams that I'm not eager to wake up from. I am in a long white dress that my bare feet and my imagination deem appropriate. Even though the thin fabric of the dress makes me feel a little exposed and unprotected, I cannot hide my admiration for the fabric like water pouring from one shoulder. My hair falls like a waterfall from the sides of my shoulders and flies around me. Even though there is no one around, the sounds of birds and other animals coming from the forest fill the air. I proceed a little further down where I am and reach the edge of the river. The effect of the scorching sun is somewhat alleviated by the coldness coming from the river. I realize that I am in a very calm mood, even if unintentionally. Then I lay myself down on the green grass and close my eyes, grateful for the shade the trees give me. I lie afraid to move, as if this reality could be erased at any moment with a small fluctuation. I don't know how long I slept, I instinctively pull the trigger to find the source of the rustling sound that makes me open my eyes. Here. I can feel his presence in a strange way. I wonder if he called me, does he know I'm here? He must know. I'm getting excited, a ridiculous excitement, even though he knows it's here, I'm aware that I'll wake up no more than a second after we see each other. I decide that I'm too sleepy to think about these things and head towards the river in front of me to drink some water. When I lean into the river to drink water, I come face to face with my own reflection. I freeze for a second in astonishment. The girl in the river looks like me, but I think she looks much different and bigger than me. My hair is longer and thicker than ever, and its color is much darker than normal. I can feel them radiating power around me. My hand, which goes to the crown that I didn't even realize was on my head until that moment, remains in the air, and I think how beautiful it looks, hesitant to touch this moire made of flowers that looks like it could fall apart at any moment. "So beautiful that you forget to breathe." I quickly turn around. I must have been staring with my mouth open in surprise because I was making the man in front of me laugh. Even though I'm annoyed by his laughter, I clear my throat, trying not to show it. He maintains his smile, ignoring my frowning eyebrows. Annoying. “I think you have your answer,” I think. He couldn't have read my mind, could he? It takes me a while to realize the situation I'm in from the arguments going on in my head. One second! He spoke. Even stranger, he looks surprised too. I guess I'm not the only one surprised by this conversation. I need to come to my senses. I took a step forward, afraid that I would never get this opportunity again. I'm throwing away. There are so many things I need to ask. My heart beats so fast. What should I say? Whatever happens, speak up! The only thing that comes out when I open my mouth is; "I-I, Lyra" it becomes. As I look at my outstretched hand, I can feel my face starting to burn for a reason that has nothing to do with the burning sun. Not only me, but now both of us are looking at my hand hanging in the air. The sudden look of surprise on the face of the young man in front of me satisfies me somewhat, I think I caught him off guard. A faint smile spreads across my face, I straighten my back and make a small sign with my hand, indicating my presence, more determinedly. With this movement, the expression of shock on his face disappears and is replaced by indecision. As he grasped my hand with his hand that he slowly extended towards me; "I am Arion," he says. A single second that felt like an eternity. Nothing more could have happened, I need to say something, but I can't take my eyes off his face while the beating of my heart is deafening in my ears. It's like his voice numbed my brain. My hand is warm between his hands, the heat radiating from his body, which is twice the size of mine, slowly but steadily passes to me. His hands; It is calloused and hard, yet its grip is very uncertain, it holds my hands delicately, as if it is afraid of breaking it. My heart is racing. I smile involuntarily, no, smiling is not enough, I feel like laughing. I refuse to have such feelings in front of a man I just met a few seconds ago, but my brain is not there. My whole body is like a shell made just to keep this happiness inside. God, I feel stupid. Do I see the same things in your eyes that are locked on me, or is it just my invention? His cocky face doesn't look so confident anymore. A single second that feels like an eternity is over. I'm waking up. For quite a long time, I stare at the ceiling, not knowing that I will never have another dream like this. I shift uneasily in my bed and close my eyes tightly as if I could go back to the dream, but I know that this cannot happen. I don't need to go back, no. I just need to put an end to these dreams before I lose my mind completely. “Pushing away all thoughts of these dreams and that man…” I freeze for a second. That man; Now that man had a name. "Arion..." I whisper his name quietly, still sounding too loud in the silent night. I cover my mouth with my hands and shake my head. I can't keep thinking about these things. While I continue to argue with myself, I cannot resist the comfort of my feather pillow and bed that draws me in and I slowly fall asleep.