Connectors of the Two Worlds

Chapter 9

Dear Diary,

I never knew this guy. And to be honest, I don't know why he suddenly showed up there. He seemed to tell me that I knew him very well. Inside my dreams...

Inside my dreams forever is possible. Heaven is my home. Perfect is just as normal as everyday, and I can dream about this specific man. Someone I know for a long time.

Afred.

From what I can see in my dreams, this man is someone so intimately close to me. I can see what our picture as lovers. Feel his kisses every time, so real I could almost hear his heartbeat joining the tempo of mine. I can always taste how sweet the morning comes and wake up in his arms.

It's funny, but I like dreaming. Ever since I started dreaming about this guy... I had the urge to sleep and meet him there, and it scares me sometimes to feel Alfred everywhere I go.

He runs my unconscious mind where he made it possible to think my whole system is aware of his existence. His presence is very surreal. I didn't even know what's the reality between my consciousness and my dreams. The good dream that somehow turned into a very bad nightmare.

He appeared to be very mysterious and began controlling every bit of my dreams. I can still remember his clear and well-modulated voice but couldn't picture him clearer. He's too real but too hard to see. His face is vague and blurred every time I visit this imaginary world. I can still feel him even when I wake up like he was under my skin.

During my nightmares, he was also there, wanting me to run as fast as I could. He says no one must find me. He'd promise to protect me with all his life. I'm just obliged to do it for the sake of my love for him. This familiar feeling that I didn't know I'm capable of doing. It's kind of weird to dream that I'm in love with someone I hardly know and to think he's just an unwanted ghost entering my dreamworld.

In my reality, I yearn for Rexander. He's the one that I needed, all that wanted. But I felt like I'm living in two different bodies. Two different lives. Two different identities.

It was this same deep dark forest we always run through during my stay inside this realm. It's too dark and scary. Someone might come out and break us down. We kept on hiding behind the trees and bushes we pass and waited for those bad entities to go for the other direction.

They are very powerful and dangerous, he said. He was not afraid for his safety but rather fret for mine.

My nightmares kept on repeating until this morning. Maybe I was able to summon other bad dreams just to forget other nightmares I'm scared of seeing again-- of what just happened last night.

After all the drama with Eddie, talking to Joe over the phone, and up to seeing Rex with Ashley-- which is usually a regular sight but it hurts the same-- I have come to remember how Joe came there and saved me from being as fool as I am. Crying outside my Dad's Restaurant watching the two break my heart in pieces. But that's not the case anymore.

Who cares about being left alone? It's everywhere I go.

-Clan

After church, Dad hurried to the Restaurant while I was left cleaning up the whole house. Afterwards, I finally decided to go out. Maybe drag Wednesday to watch over a basketball gamble Joe had set upon. When we came there after the game, we walked around Saint Claire and freshen up at an ice cream parlor again.

Time got so swift and we parted around 4pm. I got home exhausted but happy that I have discovered so many things about Joe.

I'm afraid I can't deny it anymore... I like Joe a lot right now.

To my surprise, I was able to clean up again in the house, I barely felt a prick of pain in any parts of my body. I was happily sweeping off dirt when a knock suddenly interrupted.

I hurried to the door and was surprised to find Rex.

"Rex? I..." I trailed off my sentence as he hurried in to embrace me.

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The man in my dreams ran so fast and carefreely climbed up to one of the average-height buildings and slashed back his opponent following him and became dusts. Someone growled at him again and he rapidly gave it an uppercut and stabbed it until it became dust as to what happened to the other.

His sister was just playing with the creatures called Mordions, stares at them and make them all fragile substances floating in the air as their remains have scattered everywhere.

Cassandra laughed and winked at the man whose existence had terribly invaded my dreams. "Rubbish Mordions! Did it ever cross to Dorothy's mind how filthy their smells were? Ugh! She's going to pay for sending them out here!" she cried.

Alfred just shook his head and gave a boring look at the scene. He returned his huge weapon to its original form and wore it as a necklace, the form of a crescent moon. It's the only symbol that corresponds to his remaining power he possess in this world. "She's not safe here in Saint Claire. We have to take her out of here," he said as he walked towards a strip of black cloth from one of the Mordions they left on the ground. He smelled and examined it.

"The old Sanchez wouldn't be pleased if we do something stupid to her grand daughter," she reminded nonchalantly and Alfred just stared blankly at her. "Oh, you're gonna have a bigger plan, my beloved brother. There's a lot of rust coming out from that tiny brain of yours. You know we can't touch them without the permission of the Old Ones! Tell me that I'm wrong," she yelled at him frustratedly. She had enough of this naivety of her little brother. He thinks too much without further ado and never thought of the best reliable plan she had almost laid upon him.

He's as fragile as he was back in Dio, and not far from being betrayed again by the same Daemons who destroyed their own world.

Alfred kept the cloth inside his pocket and looked at our house from afar. He would've planned a little sooner. And sooner he will become a reality...

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School is up again and the boring day comes. I admit that I'm bored. I will not hide that. Why? Because History Subject is not my type.

I boringly put my hand under my chin and stared at my book. We were asked to read silently about the folktales existed on earth.

I read about Daemons.

Daemons are benevolent or benign nature spirits, beings of the same nature as both mortals and deities, similar to ghosts, chthonic heroes, spirit guides, forces of nature, or the deities themselves.

From Hesiod also, the people of the Golden Age were transformed into daimones by the will of Zeus, to serve mortals benevolently as their guardian spirits; "good beings who dispense riches…[nevertheless], they remain invisible, known only by their acts".

Daemons are not literally seen but considered as mortal guardian spirits. However, they have their own realm they are protecting. But the history of these creatures are vague and remained to be just a forgotten folklore.

They say, every human being has a daemon that protects them. If one summons his own daemon, he would be protected in all sorts of danger.

I rolled my eyes at the texts that I just read. What rubbish do they get from studying such folklore? I didn't quite understand why I had to study Greek myths and not study my country's own mythlogy? But, it doesn't matter anymore. I hate history anyway.

Wednesday kept on bugging me about her report but I just continued reading through the topic for this day. Our professor doesn't discuss much. What she do is just make us explain the topics assigned to us, which really made me sick.

I stared boringly at my classmates in front of the class being humiliated by what they were trying to explain. Greek folklore. Other ancient myths. Blah. Blah. Blah.

After 5 students, it's my turn to humiliate myself in front of the class. Wedney tried to silently clap on her seat while others stayed silent. I walked towards the blackboard and slowly faced my classmates.

I reported about Daemons. The moment I spoke that word, suddenly, many images flashed inside my mind. I became dazzled at those overwhelming images.

"They... they are beautiful creatures. They also looked like humans. They don't usually guard just the earth but rather a dozen of realms. They used to live in a world called Dio. It's a beautiful place. No war, no hunger, no killing. But it all fell apart because of someone who craved for power. The balance of this world started to crumble, and so as the earth.

"They came by the meteorites. They came here to survive. And soon, they will use humans to open the gates back to their world. Many will die. Many will suffer because of this sacrifice. This will also be the end of the human race. They will crash into our lives soon. They will make themselves known to us. We must hide..." I stated. After a dazzle, I gasped loudly as if I came out of the water. I was trying to catch my breath.

I looked up my classmates and saw them starting to get blurry. The whole place is spinning, I felt like I wanted to vomit.

"Clan..."

"Clan, are you alright?"

"Clan..."

"She's not responding. We need to take her to the clinic."

"Her limbs are stiff. She's pale."

"Oh, my gosh! Clan! Please wake up! It's me, Wednesday!"

Those were the voices I continuously heard after my sight became blurry. My whole body went numb, couldn't even feel if I am still inside my body.

"H-help me..." I whispered, not even audible enough.

I still heard the continuous murmurs around me but couldn't determine who are those speaking.

I started to close my eyes and tried to calm myself, but nothing seemed to ease. My chest suddenly stopped moving. I don't even feel if my heart is beating.

"Clan, wake up. Wake up..." a voice suddenly uttered my name. It came from a man. Familiar.

I obliged to what the voice has said and automatically opened my eyes. I saw that everything is in white. I can not see any other images aside from my body and the white image that scattered around.

I heaved heavy breaths and looked around, but to my dismay, I never saw anything.

"Clan..." that voice again.

I turned around but I failed to see anything again. "Where are you? Who are you?"

"I am someone you know from the past," the voice answered.

"Who am I speaking? Show yourself!" I demanded. I waited for the voice to answer but the silence reigned over the whole place. "Who are you?! Why did you put me here?"

"We'll soon meet, connector. We'll soon meet. For now, be careful in summoming me, especially when everybody's around. They might think you're crazy or just making stories. Please refrain from saying the word 'daemon' for now. Understood?"

My eyebrows creased at his words. "W-what did you just say? D-daemon? Are you one of them? Are you for real?"

"Yes, Clan. But for now, please do as I say. It is for your own safety. If you keep on involving yourself to someone like me, you'll be in great danger. But, I'll do everything to protect you. For now, please forget about what happened today. Forget them and those who heard you will forget what you say..." His voice echoed all through out the place.

Then, I woke up staring in front of the whole class. They were silent, waiting for me to speak. Our professor was just sitting on her chair while observing my report.

"So, what can you say about the Greek Mythology about these creatures?" The teacher asked me.

I opened my mouth and looked down at the open book in my hand. There, I saw the text that showed. And it was a different topic. I knew it is a different topic. But, what was the old one? Did I already discuss it? How come I got here in front of them?

So many questions got into my mind as I kept on staring at the page where I stopped.

"Yes, they are beautiful creatures, I guess," I finally answered.