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Another night something began to stir up inside Flare’s dream like she was in someone’s body and she’s doing something she never thought she would, stealing. She stole some expensive goods from wealthy people within the main city of Clerkville and slipped away without being noticed. What shocked Flare the most was the incident when she went out of the city.
The road was getting less on streetlights and it was a bit bumpy ride. The presence on the way was indeed gloomy but when she reached the failed traffic lights, she turned on her right to check around the almost rundown houses until she reached the chairman’s house. The chairman’s house was located within a very small town with hungry families. In short, these families were the one who’s being left behind or being neglected by the wealthy families around Clerkville. She went down to knock on the front door of the chairman before dropping all the expensive goods.
“Good evening sir, here are the goods from the Robin Hood.” Flare said to the chairman as she dropped the travel bag inside the house.
“Robin Hood, also said to share them to those who are in need.” Flare continued before living but the chairman stopped her.
“Please, say thank you to the Robin Hood and you are?” he said with a bit of curiosity about her.
“I’m just delivering these goods to you.” Flare responded then left with her car while the chairman was filled with joy over the blessings he just received.
As Flare’s dreams goes by, she watched the chairman distribute the goods to every family in their town which made her smile before heading off. Flare didn’t understand any of it until the scene suddenly changed into another darkness. Flare was in her deep thought about what she just dreamed but this time some echoing voice disturbed her thinking and what really took her attention was the sound of a familiar voice.
‘A scene from the 50th year became well known as Robin Hood and it's your turn to wake up.’
Flare didn’t understand immediately but as the wake up words rang through her whole body, her eyes suddenly opened up and saw a flickering image. As her eyes adjusted, there was nothing but she felt like she knew that something was up to happen.
“Don’t tell me…” Flare thought before she immediately jumped out from her bed and run to her things in her walk-in closet.
She went to the very end of her closet and underneath there’s an old trunk from her late great grandmother. As she opened it, she thought there’s a lot of garbage but now, it was an old memory of her great grandmother. There’s pictures, letters, books, and what took her interest was the pure black coat with dark sliver-gold as its design. She picked it up and lay it to the carpeted floor. There she piece the puzzled one by one because of her disturbing dream and that familiar voice who just woke her up in the middle of the night.
Her great grandmother was a great archer in her time but the last time she saw and remembered her was shooting an arrow at the back of their house.
“Grandmama...don’t tell me you’re that Robin?” Flare whispered to herself while looking at the possession of her great grandmother.
“Can I fit this one? Well Grandmama is already dead for 3 years now, so I think its okay.” Flare said and wore the black coat of her grandmother.
The pure blackness of her grandmother's coat was really simple one. It was a semi-long coat that doesn't have the same edges and it also has a big hood that can cover the face. As for the back design of it, it has almost black silver-gold wrapped around it to make the curve more visible when it's being worn.
“I looked like an assassin in this outfit. I think there’s a mask here that I used to wear whenever we came to visit her.” Flare said to herself when she looked at her full size mirror. Then she looked for the mask that her great grandmother owns.
“Aha! There you are.” Flare chuckled then she wore the full face mask with a black teardrop on the left side.
“Seriously, I looked like one.” Flare laughed at her own comment while looking at her reflection on the mirror but then something made her dizzy and she lost her balance.
‘Blood ascent, wake the old tale. Possessed by dark greed, wake the kind heart. As the chosen wielder, wakes the piercer.’
“What the f**k!” Flare shouted as she suddenly feel the heat came radiating out from her whole body and made her shake like a possessed human.
Agony in pain as the flame began crawling in her system and even she tried to scream from it, no one can hear since it's happening in her own body. Then she fainted.
On the next morning, she woke up from bed which she doesn’t get since she was in her closet when everything in her sight turned black.
“What’s happening to me?” Flare asked as she yawned before looking herself to her mirror in her bathroom and there she screamed, again.
“Why I’m naked?!” Flare asked herself to the mirror since she was indeed naked.
She tried to collect what just happened last night and good things about her memory, she could remember a lot of things whether it's a drunken night or like what happened last night. After fainting for just a minute, she woke up really tired and took all of her clothing before heading back to her bed to sleep which explains why she was naked when she woke up.
“Damn! I don’t like being in a groggy state ever again.” Flare mumbled to herself in the mirror as she recalled what happened to her last night.
As she took the liberty to clean up herself, she went to her kitchen to grab something to eat before she started to get dizzy again which almost made her puke. Flare leaned on her countertop for support.
‘As the night unfolds the curtain, a shadow from a long time ago will emerge from its slumber. Taking what it possesses, making the heat radiate into ashes. Then a cloak will protect its owner and only true sight can see where it is.’
“That’s...urgh! Too much...it...hurts…” Flare complained from hearing those voices coming out of nowhere which made her lose her breath.
Flare slowly slid from her countertop to the floor and tried to relax everything in her. Her breathing slowly catching the rhythm of her heartbeat that was also calming. As she regained her composure, she looked at her hands which were shaking a bit. But what took her attention was something was forming around her left wrist. Flare wanted to panic but curiosity got the best of her and the voice began to echo once again in her mind.
‘As the night unfolds the curtain, a shadow from a long time ago will emerge from its slumber.’
- Writer
