His Lycan Luna

Chapter 4 : Dreams

Chapter 4: Dreams.

Elisabeth found herself shrinking back from the freezing cold air that seemed to surround her unexpectedly. The changing room was silent with her forgettable presence but beyond the door that separated her from the other, there was a commotion that could be anything but what Elisabeth was feeling at that very moment; a gripping fear which threatened to cut off her breath and lead to a panic attack.

Shaking her head, Elisabeth took hold of her gear and slipped it on with a practiced accuracy. In the side mirror she saw herself in an all-black outfit that looked like something an agent would wear in the human world, but to herself she resembled nothing more than a shadow of nobody.

The voices on the other side were familiar and strange, muffled and disoriented; like her dreams. Elisabeth considered skipping the lesson. She sat on the floor, wrapped in her gear and folded her legs together to create a shield around her body.

Elisabeth always felt scared before field training, like she was going to drown, like her body was heated up to the point of setting itself on fire or freeze to death. It might just be her cowardice or her natural instinct to run away from violence, however it was not accepted into the community she was born into; Elisabeth wasn’t accepted.

That thought alone terrified her to the core of her heart and melted her bones with cold fire. She did not want to be alone.

Time was running out for Elisabeth, a loud bell indicated that the field was to be filled with respective student in the next five minutes. Elisabeth curled herself further into her shield and buried her head under her arms. 

She wanted to run away and hide, she did not want to be the target once again, Elisabeth did not want them to beat her up like they did before. She was scared, horrified thinking what the outcome would be this time. 

She was an unspoken coward, she admits it to her own face, but to show that cowardice in front of others required bravery she did not have anymore. Suddenly the changing room was the place she wanted to spend rest of her day in. 

A small cocoon only for her, a safe place.

Why was she like this. A werewolf was not supposed to be this scared of fighting, she asked herself again and again. 

The fear had already developed into a phobia she couldn’t get rid of. She imagined the training field in her mind, the moist soil was pleasing and fragrant, the lines drawn were accurate to her senses, it was a beautiful sight and in the world of her imagination she wanted to rule the soil and claim victory.

 However, the reality was much different and Elisabeth was still in her curled-up position, hiding away from the horrors that the field brought her.

She tried to distract herself from the reality and closed her eyes, unknowingly throwing her consciousness into the world of dreams that stored secrets ready to be unveiled. Unknowing, that today was the day her conscious would break free and take her to a new depth of her life; the past and the present.

{Dream sequence starts here. everything below this is Elisabeth's dream.}

In the dream, Elisabeth was standing upright and tall. Her fear was left in the real world and now she felt fearless and confident. Those were new to her, they felt as foreign as having her soul shifted in a body that was not her own. The aspect of being fearless and daunting were so new and unfamiliar that she panicked; yet, she could not wake up.

Everything was in front of her, but her mind was refusing to make sense of it. It was rejecting the whole scenario as if Elisabeth was not supposed to see it.

It always frustrated her when she was trapped into a dream but here mind seemed to have melted into a puddle, unable to comprehend the contents of it. Then for the first time in the dream world she heard a sound so clear that it made her alert with chills running up her body.

Elisabeth’s body shuddered; both in her dream and reality.

Elisabeth partially hated her dreams because of its secretive nature, maybe it was the moon goddess’s will, but Elisabeth never heard a voice clearly, she never saw a face. Not even her own. In these dreams, Elisabeth was not in her own control. 

It was as if she was a different person altogether. Her movements were someone else’s, she was not Elisabeth in her dreams, she was someone who Elisabeth was familiar with but a stranger at the same time.

When the footsteps came closer, Elisabeth wanted to run away and hide at the abnormality of her dreams, she wanted to wake up, she tried and tried. Her body shook and violently tried to pull her out, but nothing worked against the force of curiosity that her mind had, that her wolf had. 

As much as she wanted to hide, she also wanted to face the person she met with everyday in her dreams but never saw or heard.

A voice came from behind her and she turned her body to look at the intruder. Without her consent, her lips curved into a grin and she took a few steps in that direction.

Just then Elisabeth noticed that she was wearing something similar to a combat gear, yet it was not her own. What caught her eyes was the logo on her wrist, two swords and a single burning flame between them; The symbol of Lycan pack.

Elisabeth was trading in dangerous water, walking on thin ice and playing with fire. She was putting herself in a dangerous position by staying into this dream state. Curiosity was never a good thing for Elisabeth. But she did not have the voice to pull her back from this world.

Her biggest fear had come true and now Elisabeth had no choice but to go with it.

She was stuck in this dream, in this unknown world.

On the other side, Elisabeth also wondered if being trapped into the world of unknown fears and unveiled secrets, that wasn’t hers or as a matter of fact: real; better than living in constant fear and depreciation, being used as a punching bag and losing hope for herself with her unspoken wolf?

It certainly felt good to feel the amount of confidence as she did now in this strange body that her dreams created.

Her footsteps stopped before a pair of feet that were bigger than hers. As she looked up, the layer of fog that was blocking her vision cleared ever so slightly and slowly. At the end, for the first time she could see a face.

It was surreal, she gasped at the sparks shining in his eyes, so beautiful that Elisabeth would have mistaken them for lights of a hearth fire in a dark night. She felt her lips moving on their own, speaking with a foreign attitude in her voice.

Her imaginative mind was credited for something that was not even hers; something that she had never experienced. Little did Elisabeth know, that the dreams would prove to be much more than she predicted them to be.

“Vador, I waited so long for you.”

Were the words she spoke with trembling lips; both in her dreams and reality.