A Dream Full of Flames
The air shimmered with heat. Flames crawled along the stone walls, twisting like serpents, casting flickering shadows that danced wildly in the grand hall. Jade stood still, her small frame barely noticeable in the vastness of it all. The smell of burning wood, the distant echo of howls—it was all overwhelming, yet distant, like watching a scene through a veil.
She took a step forward, her bare feet brushing against the cool floor. The flames seemed alive, roaring louder with each breath she took. And then she heard it—voices, faint but unmistakable.
"Jade!" A woman’s voice, urgent but blurred, like a memory she couldn’t quite grasp.
Jade turned, her heartbeat quickening. In the distance, two figures were fighting the rising flames. She couldn’t see their faces clearly, but the energy around them was fierce. The man—a towering figure with an air of authority—fought off shadowy enemies with everything he had. Beside him, a woman, graceful yet frantic, looked back toward Jade, reaching out.
The woman’s eyes—bright and full of fear—locked onto Jade’s. She tried to speak again, her lips moving, but the words seemed swallowed by the roar of the flames. Jade felt her own legs tremble, frozen in place, even as every instinct told her to move, to run toward them.
Her chest tightened. Something was pulling her toward these figures, a connection she didn’t understand. She reached out her hand, her fingers trembling, but her feet wouldn’t move.
“Jade, run!” The woman’s voice broke through the haze for a brief second, and Jade's heart wrenched. She knew that voice… somehow, deep inside, it felt like home. But she didn’t know why. She didn’t know them. Did she?
Before Jade could take a step, the air shifted. A cold wind whipped through the hall, and suddenly the flames seemed to blur, distorting the scene before her eyes. The woman’s face faded into shadows, the man’s figure became distant, and everything melted into darkness.
Jade jolted awake, gasping. Her small bed felt suddenly too large, the blankets tangled around her legs as if trying to trap her. Her chest heaved as she stared up at the ceiling of the tiny servant quarters. She was back. It had only been a dream… again.
She placed a shaky hand on her forehead, feeling the cold sweat that clung to her skin. Why did it feel so real?
For the past few years, the dream had come more often—always the same: the burning castle, the distant figures, the desperate voices calling her name. She had no idea who they were. She had always been Jade, the quiet ,chubby girl of Snowpost Pack, raised by the omega, her loving yet distant mother. That was her life. That was all she knew.
But these dreams—these fragments of another world—made her feel like she was someone else, somewhere else. Her mother, Lyra, had told her that dreams were just that, dreams. But Jade couldn’t shake the feeling that they were more than simple nightmares.
Her fingers curled into the thin blanket as she sighed, trying to calm herself. The moonlight outside cast soft beams through the cracks in the wooden walls, offering a fragile sense of comfort. But even the moon couldn’t quiet the storm of questions that whirled inside her.
Far from Jade’s bed, hidden in the shadows outside, Lyra the omega watched the sleeping girl with soft, glowing eyes. Her heart ached for the child she had raised,and hidden the truth from knowing that the truth of Jade’s origins was buried deep inside those dreams. Jade wasn’t ready to know yet. Not until the time was right.
Fearing that soon, very soon, Jade would begin to remember and she would have to tell her the truth.
