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Chapter Four
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2025-01-12 02:14:52“I got this.” I say to my mother, stretching my neck forward to see the front of the line.
It’s been four days since my dream.
The day of the dream, I hadn’t really done anything. I fed my dog breakfast and then went back to bed until three, until I had to get up and get ready for work at five. Work had been busy, a pleasant distraction from thinking about my dream. The next few days after that I spent mostly trying to occupy my mind. I cleaned the house and my room, gave my dog a bath, sorted out some clothes to sell for extra cash, stuff like that. My mom thought I was on drugs and I think she was seriously considering buying an at home drug test.
I’ve obviously slept since then, and no dreams like that have happened again. I had a dream that I was a mermaid trapped in disney world, and I swear, I could see the guy from the field standing outside my tank, watching me with those blue eyes that captured the moon so perfectly. I mean I know he had said he was from my dreams but... I heard that you can’t dream about someone you haven’t seen before, so where did he come from originally? A magazine maybe? Social media? Just a random attractive stranger that my mind weirdly clung onto? Is it possible that my mind captured a snapshot of some random guy, added a personality onto him, and has been putting him into my dreams for years? Because the more I think back, the more I think I can remember him from previous dreams. Never really acting like a main character. More like someone walking by, or a bird with suspiciously blue eyes flying over me.
I was snapped out of my thoughts by my mother pushing me by my shoulder. “Let’s go, Dee.” She looks at me from the corner of her eye as we slowly shuffle forward. “What were you thinking about?” She asks.
I shake my head. “I just had a weird dream the other day is all. Having a hard time getting it off my mind.” I feel her fingers tighten around my shoulder, and I look at her. Her face looks pinched, like she’s trying not to let me see some emotion.
“What kind of dream?” She asks, avoiding looking at me.
“Well, the dream itself wasn’t all that impressive…”I looked at her face, wondering if I should tell her something so personal. “But when I woke up, It felt more like a memory rather than a dream.” She was quiet for several minutes, her eyes glued to the back of the woman ahead of us. “Mom…?” I ask after the silence begins making me sweat worse than the burning sun.
“Look, I need you to promise me a couple of things.” My mom is suddenly pulling me closer to her, so that she can speak more directly to me without others overhearing, as though she was about to tell me the meaning of life or some other big secret. She was very rarely a serious person, almost always level and easy going. It made it really easy to talk to her about things. I don’t think I’d ever seen her face look the way it did right now. It worried me.
I nod, staring at her suddenly wrinkled and worried brown eyes. “First, I need you to know, dreams can be very real.”
“What do you mean by that?” I ask, stepping closer to her. My attention was captured.
“All I mean is… dreams have meaning in them, Dee. You don’t just dream stuff for no reason. A lot of people think dreams are like foreshadowing, visions, if you must. I myself am one of those people. I take every dream I have very seriously, and I suggest you do too. Do you understand what I’m saying?” She stares into my eyes, and tightens her grip on my shoulder as though that’s going to make me understand better.
“Yeah… got it. And the second thing?” She stares at me for a second longer, like she’s considering saying one thing, but then decides on another.
“I need you to promise me that you're going to go in there and pass this thing, because I literally never want to come back to this place ever again.”
And then she was pushing me back into my spot in front of her in line, straightening her crisp white shirt, and turning me by the shoulders to face forward, acting as though she hadn’t just sounded like she knew exactly what was going on in my life right now.
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I shake my head, and turn to my right, making my way through the treeline, trying to push that very strange encounter to the back of my mind. The forest is pleasantly thick, but not so thick that I can’t see far enough ahead of me. I walk for about ten minutes before I can see a house to my left a few hundred feet ahead. I assume that’s the boy’s house, which hopefully means the field shouldn’t be too much farther ahead. I have no idea if that’s actually true, since I’ve only been here one time and in one place. But I was trying to be hopeful. I walk quickly, feeling slightly pressed for time. Last time it was days before I could come back, what if it’s longer this time? What if it’s a week, or a month, or a year? I don’t really know this boy too much, but for some reason the thought of not seeing him for a year makes my heart knot up. I laughed at myself a little. I had dreaded coming back here so much, but really only because I knew how much it would hurt to get ripped away from it
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This time when my eyes snap open, I’m not feeling so sad and lonely. I’m confused as ever and a little irritated. Scratch that, a lot irritated. He knew going in for a kiss would scare the shit out of me, and used it to wake me up. I sit up, trying to process what I just “dreamt” about. Who were those people trying to find me? Why was that guy so scared of them? Scared might not have been the right word… but he was definitely wary of them to say the least.And who was that that called for me? I could remember the exact pitch of his voice calling out into the night. “Little flower…” I feel almost… regretful… that I didn’t see the face it belonged to.I shake my head, focusing on what really mattered. Were my dreams more than dreams? Was this a real place and a real person I was visiting and talking to? It was seeming more and more like that was the case. I felt insane even thinking that, but what was I supposed to think at this point?I sat there in my bed for a few minutes collecti
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It was almost two in the afternoon before I finally gave up. I closed my laptop that I’d had to plug in while I used it from draining the battery, and tossed it on the foot of my bed. I had let my dog out hours ago. She had no interest in research, only in frockling in the back yard. I left my room, shutting my wooden door a bit forcefully behind me. The house was cool and quiet, all I could hear was my mom’s cat padding around somewhere. I stood there in the hallway for a moment, staring at a picture of my dad that hung on the wall, along with various other pictures. We had gone on a fishing trip; I was only four and the small perch my mother had photographed me holding had felt like a shark in size to little me. My dad died when I was eight, from a heart attack. I loved him, and I miss him every day I walk down this hallway and see these pictures of him, smiling and frozen in time. That gives me an idea. My legs and mind kick into gear with the fresh thought seared into my min
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She stares at the picture, as though what I’m saying is irrelevant. She backs up and flops down into one of the brown armchairs taking up a corner of the room. Her eyes stare off a little, and she sighs. It’s a good minute before she says anything, and when she does, it’s like she’s talking to herself rather than to me. “Your father and I used to live in a really crappy town down south before we moved here and started over. We were young and broke and couldn’t afford anything better. So we ended up living in kind of a dump around people who gave us nothing but bad memories… especially your father. We moved there to get away from people, to be by ourselves. You know already my parents weren’t very nice, and your father’s died when he was young. I was tired of living under the same roof as them and your dad… well he didn’t care where we went. He always said he just wanted to be by my side. So we settled for less, just to get away. It just caused trouble for us, though. At first, every
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I nod, keep a hold on my one picture of the field, and stand up. Neither me or my mother say anything as I slowly walk to my room. I wanted her to stop me, to tell me she was sorry for saying that and that she would support me in finding out what the hell was happening with me. I wanted to know that even if this didn't work out, I would still have her.But she didn’t. I walked into my room, shutting the door behind me and leaning against it. I close my eyes, slide down the length of it, and bury my face in my hands. I jump a little when I feel my dog’s nose brushing my forearm. I glance up, my throat on fire and my eyes already brimming over with tears.I grab her face in my hands, staring into her aging yellow eyes. She had gray hair all over her face, her lips and ears drooped more every day, and lately she had developed a limp. The vet had just said it was her joints, and apart from a special diet and exercise routine, there was nothing we could do to help her. She was just gett
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“How much for a night?”“A hundred even.”“Okay, I’ll take it.” I drove all day, filling up my tank once and now I was staying the night in a hotel. This would probably be the only time I would be able to do this, because I needed to save my money. But I was tired and still upset over having to abandon my mother, and I wanted to make a plan. The dusty looking old man at the desk gave me a room key and then shuffled off to do whatever it was dusty old men who ran weird run down hotels did.I went back out to my little white car and grabbed my bag out of the passenger seat. I shove my laptop that had been resting in my passenger seat in before locking and slamming the car door shut behind me. I sighed at the empty feeling in my belly. I should’ve grabbed some food before I stopped for the night, because my stomach was growling. I was really trying to save money though, and I had already spent a good chunk of change on this room and gas today. I had no idea how long I would have to look
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Despite my inexpierence, something about the nervous way Erik is looking at me makes me feel more bold than I ever thought I could be. I sit up on the edge of the bed and grab the back of his hair, gently pulling him down so I can whisper in his ear, “are you going to make love to me now?” I ask him softly. He grunts, and I feel his hands moving to push my mouth against his own, my words forcing him into action. I feel him moving to pick me up by the ass and move me to the center of the bed so he could hover over me. “I can't believe you are my wife.” He mutters, running a finger along the metal plates on my breast. His finger moves up the hem of the see through part of my dress above my boobs, and I gasp when I feel him dig through the material and start tearing it down the middle. “What are-” His hand over my mouth forced me to stop talking. “I want to see all of you, my flower. I want to lick you, everywhere.” I shudder into his arms, white hot pleasure shooting all the way dow
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I smiled against Erik's mouth at the yells of congratulations from the watching Alva at the top of the path. I pull away, resting my forehead against his and back up a little. I stared into his sea foam green eyes, thinking about how crazy this was that I did this, but also feeling... happy. As I've said, I hadn't any luck with men in the other world, so I wasn't sure I was ever even going to get married. To be standing here now, a crazy handsome man in front of me looking down like he was the lucky one? I couldn't help the excited skip in my heart.“What now?” I whisper, searching his eyes. I laugh and squeal when he suddenly picks up and throws me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I can hear cheering and whooping, encouragment from all the watching Alva. At least no one was booing us, demanding to know why'd he'd marired some wanna be Mann from another world.“Now I get to show you what I’ve been building for you this week.” He flips me around once we start walking throu
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“You are already attached.” Erik says as he stands in front of me a few minutes later. He’s placed Binny in the nest he made with pillows and blankets already, and is taking Bacus from my arms to do the same. “Go get comfy.” I nodded and pulled my pants off so I was just in a shirt and underwear. “You tired?” I ask Beatrix. She chirps, and yawns. “Of course you are. I’m proud of you for finding me.” I whisper, petting her cheek with one finger. She chirps again, and blinks heavily, leaning into me. I did not think dragons would be so affectionate. How could anyone make this thing into a slave? Erik was right, I was already getting attatched. Thinking of someone hurting them made rage bubble in my stomach.I climbed into the nest, waiting for Beatrix to hop off my shoulder and curl up with her siblings. I honestly had no idea if she was even a she, or if the other two were boys. I was just guessing. But she had pretty, almond shaped eyes with thick, short lashes that looked so feminin
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“Shit!” I sit up quickly, gasping and frantic as I try to figure out where I am.“My lady!”There were hands all over me, grabbing my face, touching me.“Back up!” I yell without really thinking, and everyone listens. I looked around frantically, trying to find out where I was. Was that real? Was Bacudal really dead? Where were his dragon babies? Had I saved them? My heart was pounding in my chest, and the back of my head hurt from where the man had grabbed a chunk of my hair. I reach back and can feel the tangles and knots. It was real. All that really did just happen.I was on the ground in the middle of the area in front of the common house. I was dresse
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Despite being totally underqualified, I did as Bacudal instructed, and backed myself into the darkest corner I could find, stretching my ears out to listen. My heart was racing so hard in my chest, I was convinced it was going to burst through my ribcage.The minutes ticked by, and finally, I heard a crash. It sounded like the front door being kicked open. I could feel a bead of sweat rolling down my forehead despite the cold temperature. I swallowed thickly, trying to push my fear down as far as I could. I can do this. I can do this.A childish snicker from Bacudal followed by another slam, a crash. Footsteps coming up the stairs.“STOP!” Bacudal is screaming. Even though he knew the Gud was coming for his babies, I cou
