Armoury: An Apocalaptia Prequel

Chapter 5: Heapless sleep

The soothing heat seemed to wash away the tension, the bloodstains slowly fading into the water.As she began to rest her mind took of replaying clips of her life mixing her goals and dreams from he childhood her mind reminded Athylia of her victories the tragedies,and the nostalgia but then a striking figure clouded her mind he looked familiar but she couldn't quite recognise who he was,but the situation wasn't great either the room was dark only lit with one candle but it's light wasn't enough to cast on his face to reveal this man's identity Athylia tried to explore her surroundings however she felt her hands tied, binded to the bed he leaned closer towards her, his frame against hers entraping her preventing any movement from her limbs,not that she was intending to leave him any time soon,instead she felt strangely curious about this enigmatic figure his face buried between her chest and before she knew it his lips intertwined with her sensitive nip,the touch came in contact where it shouldnt be on a forbidden area,Athylia then noticed those foreign set of eyes its icyness invading with the lush green embuing against her soul but before things could escalte further,she woke up form her slumber hyperventilating in the tub Athylia jolted awake, her heart racing as she gasped for air. The vividness of the dream had left her disoriented, her mind grappling with the lingering fragments of the mysterious encounter she had just experienced.

The water in the tub shifted with her sudden movement, rippling outward from her heaving chest. As she steadied her breathing, the details of the dream gradually faded, replaced by a nagging sense of intrigue and curiosity, and an inexplicable fascination for the enigmatic man with the captivating green eyes.Despite the dream ending and being submerged in water Athylia however still felt a sense of violation as if she can feel the residual effect of the encounter,touches wondering if this was just a dream or had any significance.Athylia's mind couldn't shake off the lingering sensation from the dream, as if it had left an elusive imprint on her consciousness. She found herself questioning the nature of it, wondering if it was merely a product of her overactive imagination or held any deeper significance.

As she floated in the bath, her thoughts danced around the boundaries of reality, contemplating whether the mysterious encounter was a mere figment of her subconscious or a foreshadowing of something yet to come.