Voyagers in the Dreams

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

After an hour of dancing I headed back to my assigned room to rest.

~A few hours later~

I woke up to the sound of a light knock on the door. “Come in” Damon then walked in with and apologetic look and then he bit his lower lip and spoke up, “Listen, about yesterday..let's forget about it okay? The kiss.. It wasn't supposed to happen. It was just in the heat of the moment.”

As soon as he said this my eyes started to sting and anger started to boil inside.

“Okay. We should leave for Maelum in about an hour. Be ready.”

I put on a stern act to hide my emotions but as soon as he left, I sank down in my bed. I got up about 15 minutes later, took a warm bath and picked out black skinny jeans and a long black ripped sweater and combat boots, and grabbed my red cloak and backpack.

I headed out and met Damon The Queen and The King in the dining hall who had just begun eating breakfast.

I gave a small bow and a light smile and sat in front of Damon. I could feel him staring at me but decided not to look at him.

The King then spoke,”So now you’ll be heading to the evil factions? All we can do is wish you luck, but we swear loyalty to you”

I nodded and thanked them one more time before heading outside with Damon and we ascended again into the sky, just like when we left but this time we were quiet and distant.

We reached the forest and descended and walked towards the gate. We then reached the gates and it didn’t feel right. I felt sickening . I stepped in but something didn't let me enter. I tried harder and then a vulture flew across the gate dropping a scroll. Damon grabbed the scroll and rolled it open and read the contents out loud,

He comes to bed sides, icy bridges,

battlefronts, and crumbling ridges.

When he comes, he comes alone,

taps a shoulder, then is gone.

Something that appears in the cold? In battlefront? And when taps something alive, it's gone? What could it be? A DISEASE? Its got to be a disease! I quickly grabbed the small piece of paper but how am I going to write. Damon didn't hesitate and pricked his finger with a small thorn. He used his blood as ink and wrote down disease on the paper. We waited. Nothing happened. Did we do something wrong or did we write the wrong answer? Damon suddenly started to shake and collapsed. What happened?!

“Damon! What's wrong!?” He then spoke “Wrong answer.” Suddenly a voice coming from toward the door spoke “Hurry, The right answer to this riddle will save the boy, or else he’ll die. You have 5 minutes.”

I started to breath heavily and my vision started to blur. Damon then lightly squeezed my hand and I looked at him. I couldn't let him die. I took a deep breath and started to analyze the riddle. “He comes to bedsides” Bedsides? So like the plague or something. “Battlefronts” What could this mean?! Then suddenly it clicked, I remember papa telling me about his time in the army, battlefields could mean winning or losing. I then smiled. Bed sides, Icy bridges and Battlefronts had one thing in common, Death.

Quickly I pricked my finger and wrote it down. Nothing happened. “Damon?! Damon!!” Nothing. Tears started falling from my eyes and I sat beside him. Did I get it wrong? Suddenly Damon got up as he gasped a huge breath of air. “Damon!” He suddenly grabbed me by arm pulled me close to him and whispered “To hell with everything” he then helt my waist and pulled in for a kiss.

I was surprised and tried to push him back but he pulled me back towards him. I melted into the kiss and cupped his face. We both then pulled back.

“Why?” I muttered. “You will know when the time comes.” I didn't want to pester him so I left it at that and then the gates to the two evil factions opened. We both walked hand in hand together.

This felt completely different than when we were in the two good factions. We walked to the closest town and all we could see there was death, all of the people looked malnutrition and poor. Suddenly a little boy walked towards me and collapsed in front of me. Oh no what the hell?! Damon grabbed him and fed him water. I quickly grabbed my bag and got out some crackers and fed him.

He then got up and started shaking. He started becoming bigger and bigger and his clothes ripped, Damon and I stepped back, The monster finally stopped growing. It had a lot of muscles and was about 10 feet tall He then let out a powerful scream and suddenly a feminine voice came out of its mouth. “Well, Well, Well what do we have here? New comers?! Kirmada bring them to me, I will kill them myself” Who was that?! I decided that we needed to run but Damon just stood there. I then whispered to him “Um I think that was our cue to run” Damon then whispered back “Don't be scared okay?” I was confused but then suddenly a bright light shrouded my eyes, and when I opened them there I saw Damon, with a pair of beautiful wings. They were bathed black and red in the inner sides. “Damon! You have wings!?”

But before he could answer he picked me up in a bridal style and my eyes widened and I grabbed his neck. We then flew past the monster and could hear it howling. I started laughing and Damon just looked at me and smiled.

We were closer and saw the castle, it was painted dark red, and was shrouded by dark clouds. We landed on a balcony in the castle and Damon's wings disappeared. “Damon.. Your wings are so pretty dude, why didn't you tell me about them before?” He then chuckles and replies “ You never asked, love”

Suddenly the door to the balcony opened and, there stood a stood beautiful lady with a crown on her head but a dark aura surrounded her.There were also many guards behind her. We landed in the balcony of the Queen?! But my attention was pulled back to the queen as she exclaimed “Capture them, I'll kill them myself.”

“Not from this anger, anticlimax after

Refusal struck her loin and the lame flower

Bent like a beast to lap the singular floods

In a land strapped by hunger

Shall she receive a bellyful of weeds

And bear those tendril hands I touch across

The agonized, two seas.

Behind my head a square of sky sags over

The circular smile tossed from lover to lover

And the golden ball spins out of the skies;

Not from this anger after

Refusal struck like a bell under water

Shall her smile breed that mouth, behind the mirror,

That burns along my eyes.”