Zimma the protector

CHAPTER FOUR

We lived on the outskirts of the town, almost like you are about to live in the town. I live with my dad. We moved to White clan on the day after my fifteenth birthday. On the day of my fifteenth birthday, something had happened that prompted my father to make the decision that we move. On that fateful day, I was having dinner with my father quietly. My birthday's has always been a moody one considering we lost my mom that day. I was eating silently when it happened. Suddenly I went into trance. My body became very hot.I remained motionless in the dining chair. I was talking, but I was unable to understand what was being said. My father was by my side, calling my name, but he was afraid to move me. He was afraid to touch me because he didn't know what would happen. I sneezed and got myself back together after a few minutes. After a few moments of staring at me, my father reached out and touched my forehead. He wanted to make sure I was okay. He inquired about my well-being.

“son”!

He called me. Not waiting to get a reply from me. He dragged me to himself and hugged me. What took place? Confused, I asked him. He stood up and brought me some water. As fast as it had gotten hot, my body had returned to normal. He sat next to me and said, "Drink up." How do you feel? He repeated his question. I am alright I guess I answered him, but I'm still confused. What actually happened, Dad? I asked him once more. He replied, "Hmm, you went suddenly rigid and stared at a spot as if you were in a trance."

This gave me the impression that I was dreaming, yet it also felt real to me. Everything that was going on around me in the dream seemed palpable to me. To at least lessen the heat on my body, my father was dabbing at my face with a towel when I opened my eyes. I suppose he wanted to do something, but it didn't accomplish much. Do you recall what you saw? He questioned me. After a few minutes, he was certain that I was alright. I told him I saw someone . Who? He inquired. I'm not sure. It felt as though we had known each other for our entire lives, even though I don't think I've ever seen her before.

On a mountain, I noticed a girl. Her body appeared to be burning, but not from fire, and her eyes were bloodshot. I was standing at the base of the mountain, holding hands with two other girls, and we were all radiating light. It was aimed at the moon. The moonlight appears to be being absorbed by the girl on the mountain. The fire emanating from her grew more intense and ferocious as she absorbed the light. I told my dad the story. Then I awoke. For a while, my father loomed over me. I could see that he was concerned but not worried by the look in his eyes.