Rachael Point Of View
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I stared at Dominic for a moment, forcing a smile as I turned away. “Nothing,” I said softly, trying to mask the confusion written all over my face.
Dominic squinted slightly. “You sure?” he asked, his voice low but filled with concern.
“Yes, I’m very sure,” I replied quickly, brushing past him. “Let’s just get to work.”
He didn’t push further. Maybe he could sense I wasn’t ready to talk. Or maybe he was giving me space. Either way, I appreciated the silence.
That night, sleep didn’t come easy. I tossed, I turned. My thoughts were all over the place memories of Ezekiel, the fear in my dreams, the unknown weight building in my chest.
Eventually, I drifted off. But peace didn’t follow me.
The dream returned.
I found myself standing in an endless white field. It was quiet too quiet. Then she appeared again.
The woman.
She wore a long flowing gown that shimmered like moonlight on water. A star-shaped crown sat perfectly on her head, and right in the center of her forehead glowed a mark bright and round like a full moon. Her presence radiated strength, but it didn’t scare me. It pulled me in.
She raised her hands, forming symbols in the air. Her lips moved, but no sound came. I leaned forward, straining to hear. Nothing. Just wind.
Still, something in my chest stirred. I knew she was trying to tell me something something important. But it was like my spirit couldn’t decode her message.
The dream faded, and I woke with a sharp gasp, my forehead damp with sweat. I sat up, heart pounding.
It was just a dream. But it didn’t feel like just a dream.
I stared at the wooden ceiling for a while, trying to calm my breath. The forest outside was quiet except for the occasional chirping of night insects. But inside me, everything was loud.
By the time the sun rose, I had barely closed my eyes again. I dragged myself out of bed, washed my face, and stepped out of the small hut. The cold morning air slapped against my skin, bringing me halfway back to reality.
Dominic was already outside, stretching his arms. His sharp eyes caught me immediately.
He stopped and walked toward me. “Rachael… you don’t look okay.”
I tried to shake my head, to lie again. But the weariness had stripped away my strength.
“I had another dream,” I admitted quietly.
Dominic’s eyes lit up. “Really? Tell me.”
I hesitated at first but decided I couldn’t carry it alone anymore. “It was the same woman. She had a glowing moon on her forehead, wore a beautiful flowing gown… and a crown shaped like a star.”
“The Moon Goddess,” Dominic said almost instantly, his tone serious now.
I blinked. “You think it’s her?”
He nodded. “It has to be. She’s trying to communicate with you. She doesn’t appear just for show. She only comes when something important is about to happen.”
I sighed. “She kept making signs with her hands, and her lips were moving, but I couldn’t hear anything. It was like something was blocking the message.”
Dominic took a moment to think. “It could be that your spirit isn’t aligned enough yet to receive her words. But don’t worry, Rachael… with time, it will become clear. I believe that.”
I swallowed hard. “I hope so…”
He smiled softly. “You will. You’re stronger than you think. And you’re not alone in this.”
His words comforted me more than I expected.
He clapped his hands suddenly, trying to shake off the heavy mood. “Now, what’s the plan for today, warrior?”
I smiled despite myself. “I’ll start my training. Like we planned.”
Dominic beamed. “Now that’s what I love to hear! Come on, I’ve prepared the training grounds already. You’ll love it.”
“Wait… you prepared the battle arena before asking me?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Of course,” he said with a grin. “Call it faith. Or maybe I just knew you’d say yes.”
“Cocky much?” I laughed.
He laughed back. “Only a little.”
We walked together toward the open space in the woods. Dominic had cleared a good portion of land, laid down markers with small stones, and even crafted wooden weapons for practice.
I couldn’t help but feel a flicker of excitement.
“This place looks great,” I said, stretching my arms.
“Told you,” he said with a wink. “Now let’s get to it.”
We began warm-ups basic stretches, leg lifts, and sprints around the area. Sweat soon broke out on my skin, but it felt good. The soreness reminded me I was alive, moving forward, becoming someone stronger.
Then we moved to hand combat. Dominic showed me some new techniques blocking, ducking, and redirecting force. I picked them up quickly.
“Whoa,” he said at one point. “You learn fast.”
“Comes with pain and purpose,” I replied, smirking.
We sparred for almost an hour, trading blows and dodging each other’s attacks. Dominic was fast, but so was I. We laughed between hits, cheered at each other’s progress, and groaned when we missed a step.
Then, as I wiped sweat from my forehead, Dominic walked over and handed me a water flask.
“You’re doing amazing, Rachael,” he said, looking me dead in the eye.
Something shifted in that moment. I didn’t know what it was but the way he looked at me, like I was more than just a fighter, more than just a girl with a tragic past it made my stomach flutter.
I looked away quickly and took a long drink. “Thanks,” I muttered.
He chuckled. “Are you blushing?”
“No!” I turned to face him again, but my cheeks were definitely warm.
“Right,” he teased. “You’re just red from all the exercise.”
“Exactly.”
We laughed again. The moment passed, but it left something unspoken hanging in the air.
That night, I was completely worn out. My muscles ached, but it was a good kind of ache. The kind that tells you you’re rebuilding yourself.
I fell into bed like a log. But peace didn’t last long.
The dream returned.
This time, the Moon Goddess came closer. Her hands reached out toward mine. Her voice faint but real
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