Chapter 3 A dream and a dawn
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Chapter 3 – A Dream and A Dawn
Elena’s POV
Elena, dear you are not mentally disordered, don't feel sad, the feminine voice spoke...
“Her voice flowed through the air like golden light through stained glass, each word echoing with a purity that made my bones hum. It was both melody and meaning, too vast for the mind, too beautiful for the ears.”
At some point, I felt the most comfort,... I felt as though there wasn't any worry, as if I had no problems just by hearing the strange voice,... Who are you? I asked with my most calmest tone. It's not for you to know right now, do not be sad, what you are facing right now is preparing you for something great, she said... Though I couldn't see who was speaking I could feel the sincerity accompaning the voice.
After a few seconds of silence, no one need to tell me that she was gone,... I was about focusing my gaze on the moon which somewhat make me feel drown to it when I noticed that people passing the street where giving me wired glare,... They might think I am mad talking to thing air, after much hesitation, I couldn't stand there gaze anymore.
I decided to read since I wasn't feeling sleepy.
Books. Notes. Highlighters. That was all my world had been for the past few days. I was sitting cross-legged on my bed, surrounded by papers and open textbooks, my eyes darting from one page to the next. Tonight, I had planned to go to bed by 10:00 p.m., but time seemed to slip through my fingers like sand.
I was completely immersed in my studies, flipping through spell theory and ancient histories, even though I wasn’t sure why such strange topics fascinated me. I’d told myself I was just preparing for a difficult exam—but deep down, I knew it was something more. Something unexplainable.
I suddenly remembered to check the time. I reached for my phone and tapped the screen.
“12:59 a.m.?!” I gasped. “Jeez!”
I had lost track of time again. How had hours passed without me noticing? It was almost like the night itself had swallowed me whole. I quickly packed up my books and slipped under the covers.
As soon as my head hit the pillow, I drifted off—and that’s when everything changed.
The world around me shifted.
One moment, I was lying in bed. The next, I stood inside a grand, eerie hallway lit with floating candles. The walls glimmered like moonstone, and mysterious shadows danced at the corners of my vision. My breath caught in my throat as I looked around.
“No way... What kind of place is this?” I whispered.
My eyes widened as a girl in a midnight-blue cloak waved her hand toward a group of pumpkins lying on the floor. In an instant, the pumpkins floated into the air, spinning rapidly before morphing into a glowing golden chain that wrapped itself around her wrist.
“Did she just turn pumpkins into jewelry?” I whispered in shock.
“So this is real… This school is actually… magical,” I muttered.
A voice answered behind me. “What you're seeing is true. We are witches.”
I turned around sharply. A tall boy with silver eyes and a calm expression stood beside me.
“Wait… what? You’re saying… all of you are witches?” I asked, my voice shaking.
He nodded. “Yes. And so are you.”
I took a step back, trying to process his words, when suddenly—
Click. Rattle. Drag.
A skeleton emerged from the shadows. Its bony limbs moved with slow purpose, its empty eye sockets glowing faintly. It turned toward me and began to walk—no—stagger in my direction.
“No. Nope. Nuh-uh. No way—” I screamed, backing away.
And then everything shattered.
I sat up in bed, heart racing, sweat clinging to my forehead.
“Oh my God,” I gasped. “It was just a dream… Just a nightmare.” I placed a hand over my chest, trying to slow my breathing.
But as I lay back down, staring at the ceiling, something gnawed at me.
Was it really just a dream?
Because deep in my bones, I could still feel the warmth of the candlelight… the shimmer of the hallway… and the eerie calm of that boy with silver eyes.
It felt too real.
And the strangest part? In that dream—I was inside Witches High. That had to mean something… right?
The alarm clock read 5:30 a.m. when I finally sat up. I usually woke at six, but the dream—or whatever it had pulled me out of sleep early.
I got out of bed, wrapped in a fuzzy robe, and padded to the washroom. The icy water on my face helped ground me, though the excitement bubbling inside refused to die down.
Because no matter how terrifying the dream had been, a part of me—deep down—wanted it to be true.
“Good morning, Mom,” I said, entering the kitchen.
The aroma of toasted bread and eggs greeted me. Snowflakes danced gently outside the window, dusting the streets in silver. My mom stood over the stove, humming a quiet tune.
“Good morning, my child,” she replied with a smile. “How was your night?”
“It was good,” I said, choosing not to mention the dream. “Yours?”
“It was peaceful,” she replied. “Go and get ready. You don’t want to be late on such an important day.”
“Right away, Mom,” I said, heading back to my room.
As I dressed in my warm uniform and gathered my supplies, my heart beat faster. Today wasn’t just an exam. It was a door. And I could feel it—on the other side, something was waiting.
Something that had always been a part of me, but I couldn't fathom what it truly is.
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