BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 242: A Lonely Venator

Chapter 242: A Lonely Venator

Days turned into a week and a week turned into two. And yet it felt like months since I last saw Emilia, or been to Juneau high, or seen Emma. It was messing me up more than I expected. I didn’t feel the same way and I was lucky I wasn’t given any task, because I wasn’t so sure I could handle one right now.

We all laid low since that day, orders from my dad, the families of the others that died still grief and it was not like we have seen any werelion in sight... we haven’t... most especially that rogue Alpha. It has been quiet ever since, so quiet.

It has been a struggle with my thoughts and dreams too... not of Emilia although how much I wanna dream about her but I wasn’t so sure it would be a decent dream. I dreamed of Emma... for the past two weeks straight I saw her in my dream. Is it normal to dream of someone for straight two weeks? It was abnormal and the dreams didn’t have any meaning.

I see myself deep in the forest with the snow falling, puddles everywhere, the area a mask of it. I just stood there and then I saw her, her back turned to me, but I knew it was her because of that strawberry blond hair I knew of. She stands as the snow falls and then I just watch because I can’t move my body almost like an invisible wall is keeping us apart. On many occasions, I try to move but I can’t... I just watch her and there are voices too... murmurs and then I watch up, unable to make sense of my dream or understand the murmurs because it sounds like some language.

But last night when I woke up my dream was different, at first, and unlike anything I have ever seen.

I saw the skies but at the same time it wasn’t, it was a medley of it with several colors churning around like someone allowed a scarf to run free into the air, giving it that pivoting shape. It puzzled me because they were all scintillating like stars you would see in the galaxy or in the Milky Way. A surreal view, like crossbreed clouds and luminaries, pulsing and roving.

My body had no gravity too because I was floating. I waved my hand and the colors followed, I was curious about their movement so I did it again, and the shades pivoted and dispersed in the entire area.

I glided amongst the shade and I didn’t want it to end. My green eyes captured everything in detail until my eyes were the colors themselves.

I let myself set free as I closed my eyes allowing that particular tranquil to consume and it did, I felt like I was drowning in the colors in their essence and it made me feel alive, it made me feel like I was being enlightened and also engulfed, it seeps into my skin and I illuminated, I felt it shrouded me and whisper something to my ears I couldn’t translate, I wasn’t afraid for it couldn’t harm me, I felt I was called and conferred something to carry along with me.

The colors were before my path, engaging me like a wheel of shades, they had no forms or shapes but I felt like I could give it what I desired.

I feel cold and also warm, I feel drowning but also breathing amongst the air, I feel like I was falling and yet I wasn’t, I felt like I was being transcended in a latitude... it felt like... magic?

And then when I woke up I felt like my body didn’t quite touch the bed, it was a silly thought because when I woke up I’m on it. Once again left with pondering questions about my dream, it kept me in a loop to the point I didn’t talk to anyone, I wanted to find a meaning to that dream for it still baffled me. My mom asked me what was wrong but I told her nothing.

And here I was left alone at home and with my thoughts. I figured I have to do something to take my mind off things. So I chopped wood for the winter. It was much needed because it was getting colder and the snow kept descending... soon it would be a mask of snow. It was cold but my sweater kept me warm and my gloves too. My body was unusually freezing cold and something tells me it doesn’t have to do with the weather but I ignored it by swinging my ax and chopping wood.

I chopped more than I expected and now there was enough to last for longer. I sighed deeply, this was getting hectic for me.

*Loud Snap Sound"

At the sound, I snapped my eyes to the area, scanning it quickly, my senses on high alert too and I had a strong feeling that I wasn’t alone. So I dropped my ax and grabbed my crossbow I kept beside me. Don’t ask me why I had that... I call it a habit and it calls for a situation like this. For all I know the werelions could be making a move on us.

I scanned with my crossbow pointing at every area but I saw nothing yet the strong feeling of a presence told me that something was definitely close by. I can’t let my guard down even for a moment.

What filled my ears now was the chirping of birds, hearing some creature moving on the ground echoed in my ears, but I didn’t focus on nature, they would only distract you, so I focused on what could possibly be my intruder and then I heard the snap again just behind me.

I took action quickly, too quickly that I already pressed the trigger, but it was too late because I finally knew who my intruder was and I just made the biggest mistake.