Dreamer

6.

Octavius gaze on me intensifies as I begin to cower in fear for myself at this moment.

How the hell did he even know I have the mark?

How does he even know all these about me?

"And what the hell would that be?" I feign as I stare back at him. For all I know I have never met this man before in my life. He is mysterious and I get this kind of chills with him here, and not to talk about the things he has shown me, so hell, if I'm going to say anything that easy.

"Are you scared of me Athena?" He asks me taking me by surprise. I don't answer his question as his gaze on me remains there, whilst mine still cowering but feigning strength. "Please don't be, I have no intention of hurting you," Octavius says when he gets no reply from me.

"If you're not here to hurt me, then why are you here, rather why am I here?" I ask him again.

"And like I said, you came here on your own will and not by anyone coercing through." He tells me.  "You don't know what you have, do you?" He asks me.

"And what do I have?" My lips pressing into a thin line as I speak.

"Only you would have the best answer to that, nevertheless I will tell you one thing. You're the chosen one." I watch Octavius talk as anger slowly builds up in me.

"Please...can everyone just stop with this... Chosen one or no chosen one. Just because I have some crazy mark on my chest or have seen some stupid red eyes thing, doesn't make me anybody's chosen one, I don't... "

"You have seen the gaze of Deamonium Rex?" Octavius cuts me off as this time he stares at me with horror in his eyes.

I stay quiet as Octavius still stares at me waiting for a reply, but I give him none. "Tell me Athena. Have you or not seen the gaze of the Demon lord?" In a twinkle of an eye Octavius is standing in close proximity to me.

"Have you?" He asks me again as my startleness is now replaced with uncertainty of if I should tell him or not.

"Maybe," I say not even sure of my own words.

All these is just too much for me to take in. First grandmother, now this man in front me telling me exactly that of my grandmother's words.

Am I dreaming?

Is this all a prank by my head?

Is this even real?

Because I would like to wake up if any of these isn't. My life was already messed up and right now it feels as though I'm going crazy.

"Oh lord of the angels!" Octavius runs a hand through his hair, as his whole composed composure is now disrupted into worry and fear.

At the same time some strange movements begin to happen in the confinement that we're in, as the wall seem to be breaking and closing in on us. Octavius seem to notice the same movements, as his earlier expression are now changed.

"What are you doing!" I yell at Octavius seeing that a brick almost falls on me.

"I'm not doing anything. This isn't me, it's you." Octavius speaks using his hand in a wave to disrupt an ambush of rocks.

"I'm not doing this!" I yell again having no choice this time but to take shelter with Octavius.

"Not intentionally, but you are. You're waking up Athena." Octavius tells me as I furrow my eyebrows not understanding what he means, until he shows me another vision of my grandma tapping me up from the floor I lay in.

"I can't do anything about this child, you would have to wake up, but listen to me " Octavius holds my shoulders in my hands.

"I do not plan to hurt you so you have to believe what I tell you." He stares at me as I listen.  Another brick coming closer to us, but Octavius shoves it with a flick of his hand again.

Something I still do not understand.

"You're in grave danger Athena, and everyone you care about is also. You have to listen to what we are telling you, accept who you are or else everyone and everthing you care about would be gone, and there would be no saving or savior for anybody.

Stop fighting and embrace your gift Athena, be the Savior that we believe that you would be." Octavius tells me but I nod my head negatively, disapproving with him.

"But I am no saviour, I can't even save myself from my own tragedy," I tell her.

"Because you haven't accepted who you really are. Listen to me Athena, we do not have time again, but I promise we will seen each other again, and I will show you everything that you think is hidden from you, but first,

First, find the boy, find the boy with the bracelet, do you hear me?" Octavius tells me.

"Which boy? I don't understand any of these Octavius!" I yell as the rumbling bexomes louder.

"Find the boy Athena. Find the boy with the bracelet!" And that is the last words of Octavius I hear before I awaken back to my previous world.

"Are you alright dear?" I turn to my grandmother who looks at me worriedly, while her hands hold mine.  "You were sweating for a while?" Grandmother adds as I only stare at her not able to form any words.

"Athena?" Grandmother calls my name making me snap out of my trance, as at that I pull her to me and hug her tight.

I don't even realize the tears have begin strolling down, until I see grandmother's beige shirt stained with wet liquids.

"Make it all stop grandma, make it all stop," I mutter at her back as she caress slow soothing rubs down my back.

It's all too much for me to take in and the fact that I feel I don't have a choice, just makes its a whole lot worse.

Because deep down, I'd only be a fool if I say I could escape this.

When in reality I haven't even tried escaping the dreams, not to talk about a demon lord on its way.

Oh God.

"Oh dear, I am so sorry, I wish I could. I wish I could take it all away," Grandmother soothes my back even more, as I begin to sob harder.

"Why me grandma? Why me?  There are a billion people out there but I get chosen, and chosen for what, to be chased by a demon, and not just that but their king, and no that's not even the end, I'm being placed with a responsibility that I have no idea of...i... " The tears fall more as I don't even complete my sentence.

Grandmother just stares at me as a tear slips down her own eyes, while she watches me helplessly because, she knew for a fact that even her couldn't see me through this one's, her words aren't going to be enough this time.

I'll have to carry my cross on my own shoulders.

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School is crowded as usual, with students shuffling through and trying to get to their destinations, and that doesn't exceed them pushing past me and not even caring that anyone is there.

But well, I'm used to it.

"Hey freak," My gaze raises as they meet up with Jack Finley, the Mr perfect of St John high school and also, my bully.

I stare at him seeing as he and his friends are practically obstructing my way, as each of them carry a smirk on their faces.

"Excuse me, I need to get to my locker," I speak up at each of them.  Jack Finley, the jock, captain and Mr have it all of St John high school. The type whom you watch in movies where all the girls drool over and the guys worship, well except me because I have enough on my plate already, than to worry about some hormonal teenager.

"Oh she's finally speaking, I actually thought you were dumb," Jack says as all the guys laugh, clearly mocking me.

"I don't want any trouble this morning, so please Jack I need to get to my locker," I speak up again as this time they all stop laughing.

"So are you trying to say that I'm trouble?" He asks me with a hard glare on me.

"Well that wouldn't be a lie," I say as his eyes widens at my statement and mine too, but I'm just too tired of everything to care about what I say.

"I see the freak is finally having some balls, or would I say.... Some t**s," Jack says and my gaze goes wider at his statement, while the guys laugh out loudly along with other students that begin to gather.

My glare hardening as I stare at Jack with pain and hurt in my eyes.

"Why? Just tell me why?  Why do you drive joy from inflicting pain on others? Are you so desperate for attention that that's the only thing your brain can think of? Or is that just your cruel nature from birth. I told you to leave me alone, but you wouldn't listen, leave me alone, is it that hard to do!" My voice raising with pain presence in them as a tear slips out.

"And if you can't then do what you always do and let me go. You want to hit my books? Go ahead, or you want to insult me? Then fine, go ahead with that too, I just don't care anymore. I don't give a tiny s**t about it anymore and about any of you, because you all do not deserve to be living!"

I yell as every word that comes out of my lips comes with certainty of pain.

The whole crowd quiet as a grave yard, as not even one person expects such words from my mouth, and neither did I, but when everything around you is falling apart and you have no control over it, you just give up.

"Because there is no one single person in here, who doesn't watch me get bullied or shoved to the side knowing that it is entirely wrong, yet you all watch and laugh, so continue to do that, because I don't care anymore." I look at the crowd telling every of them as tears slips out of my eye.

Before any of them can say anything, I walk away from the crowd as I wipe my tears painfully.

Just because they have no worries, doesn't give any of them the right to make me feel bad about myself.

As I sniffle I walk closer to my locker and when I'm there I open it, and the first thing that greets me is my red cheeks annd nose, along with my puffy eyes in the little mirror in my locker.

I stare at my reflection, not recognizing the girl who stands in front of me anymore.

A girl who used to be vibrant and beautiful with so much life and energy in her, yet she's here standing with tears, dullness and loss of hope in her.

I close my eyes sighing deeply, and wanting to get any other sort of composure left in me before I proceed to class, but I doubt there's any left.

I sigh deeply before finally opening my eyes back. "Oh my God!" I move away from my locker as I stare at the red gaze in the mirror, held by a face of  someone or something behind me that they only tell you are nightmares.

I turn my back instantly as fear and adrenaline surge through my body, seeing that no one is actually there.

With trembling hands, I open my locker properly staring at the mirror as this time, there's nothing there anymore.

"Oh God!" I mutter against my breath as my hands move to my lips covering the whimper from coming out.

"Athena."

My eye widens as I hear the voice again in my head. The same voice.

"Athena." It calls again, as my body begins to tremble and tears cascade my eyes.

No, not again.

"Come to me!" As my body turns right, it switches left again and vice versa, with the voice raging and screaming in my head.

"Please stop! Please stop!" I hold my ears but still no changes as everything rings more loudly.

I can't.

I can't take it anymore!

My legs moving on their own as I run outside to the field of St John's high school. I circle the field still pleading for the voices to stop as each plead, it comes back louder and more persistent.

"Please!" I beg again as the tears run more with me still circling the field while everyone else is in class.

I feel someone touch me making me yelp, but they grip me tight and when I turn to the person I'm met with a particular gaze.

Orion.

"Et pax dei imperium et potestas!" Orion speaks as his gaze stays hot on mine and everything stops. Every voice stop.

It's him.

The boy with the bracelet.