Chapter 4 No you don’t
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I am breathing fast from the effect. Why am I still surrounded by the same scenery? I refocus my eyes and the beautiful man is still standing in front of me looking both worried and concerned. "How did you do that?" he asks me. "But, …. What ….. I'm sorry but how are you still here? I got rid of Seb, so the false images in my mind that he created should be gone now." I replied sounding as confused as I felt. "How did you know he was in your mind and that this wasn't just a dream" asked Perun. "Easy I could feel the pressure in my skull, things aren't the same as in a dream, it was, it is all wrong." I answered. "Hmm, that's interesting. How do you feel now may I ask?" inquiry Perun. "Well to be honest, hmm. I can still feel a pressure in my skull but it's not as bad as it was. I can also feel, I don't know how to put it like someone is yelling at me from a different house or yard than the one that I am in." I tell him honestly. "How long did it take you to notice someone in your mind?" he asked. "Right from the beginning, I guess. I felt that something was off and because of that I realized what was happening, Why?" I reply. "One last question if you will indulge me. Why did you try to throw him from your mind?" he inquired.
"Because ..." I start to answer when a realization hits me. I still can feel pressure in my skull, it is less than before but it is still there, man I’m slow, but his guy is just to distracting. Which means I am not alone within my own mind. I look at Perun. No, it can't be. Can it? He is real. He is standing in front of me. I could reach out a touch him, sort of. Is this his true form or did he steal this image from my mind? "Before I answer your question could you please answer one of mine?" I asked. "By all means ask away" he replied. "Is that your true form or did you steal it from somewhere else?'" I am so dreading his response. "It is my true form or to be more precise it is one of them. Why do you ask?" he tilts his head and looks down at me as he answers. He is not lying to me. He is telling me his truth. I am in deep trouble here. This is the face that haunts all my dreams every time it rains, every storm, all the snow. It is the face that brings me comfort. That brings me joy. That face belongs to someone, and he is real. He is inside my mind. Why is he here?
“This is really happening, isn’t it?” I reply to him while trying not to hyperventilate. He has a look of concern on his face as he replies “Yes. This is happening. I have linked our minds so that we may talk. It is an effective way to communicate with humans.” “But why all the disseat? Why a bull s**t story about armies and enemies and danger? And why did Seb act like he knew me? Are you to really brothers?” as I talk to him, I go from confusion to growing anger. I don’t want to be angry with him but really this whole situation is unreal. He looks at me with shock and then his schools his features into a neutral expression.
[“That b***h! How dare she do that to me! Why can’t I get in? Brother get out of there and let’s just kill this one.” Tialoc mind linked to Indra. “Brother calm down. There is more to this woman then there appears to be. We should not act rashly. You can leave this to me. Why don’t you go find something else to do? We can speak later.” Indra responded via mind link. “This is not over. I am out of here. I don’t have to put up with this type of treatment” and with that Tialoc broke the link and left the bus.]
We both stand there looking at each other of a moment. Neither of us saying anything. After a while Perun broke the silence “This situation is complicated. Let me beg your patience as I try to explain but understand there are some things that I can not tell you as there are rules and limitations as to what I am allowed to disclose to a human.” I sign “then please explain what you can. I can understand there might be limitations, but I hate being lied to. I have no time nor patience for liars, I have been lied to far too much already in my life I will not give my trust not time to a liar. If you can’t tell me something, just say, “I can’t disclose anymore on … whatever”, Ok”. Perun nods his head slowly in agreement. “I know that this is just an illusion, but you might want to make yourself comfortable as this might take some time. I suggest that we go over there and take a seat.”
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