Crossed
It was a strange night for sure. Despite the excitement of it all, Liandra managed to drift to sleep easily. What was stranger than the night was this current feeling. In her dream, she was floating in Roocean’s apartment, all alone. It was quiet, and when she looked out the window she couldn’t see anything except black nothingness. She was amazed that she could look around, and even more amazed that she knew she now felt amazed. These feelings were strangely concrete. She wasn’t used to that.
Time passed, and Roocean’s apartment disappeared from around her. It was replaced by her bedroom in Westminster and the dark hallway outside of it. Awaiting her out there were the same pair of furious eyes from before, so she was more than happy to stay in her spot, observing. She wrote it all in her journal, only now it looked like one of Roocean’s old tomes, like something magical.
The beast didn’t cross into her room. It was interrupted by another pair of blue eyes—these smaller, paler, colder. A man’s form filled in around the eyes—tall, muscular, and blond-haired. It was Robert, who she’d just met. He and the formless beast stared each other down and Liandra heard the man ask the beast a strange question.
Robert: “Father, why?”The beast erupted in anger then. Its roaring voice was thunder. Liandra’s whole dreamscape shook. She tried to make out what the beast was saying, but found it impossible to do. Her room fell away, leaving only a darkly blank stage for the three of them. The beast appeared in full bullheaded form and towered over Robert by the height of a whole other man. Robert stood his ground and simply repeated himself.
Robert: “Father … why?”The beast grabbed and lifted him with powerful arms to its eye level and sneered at him. When it started to crush him Liandra felt something inside of her suddenly scream out. The beast took notice and dropped Robert into the void. Its furious gaze was now on her and she despaired when she saw it open its mouth. She could now hear it clearly; its voice held complete bass and authority.
“Killer and traitor!”From its very breath came a stream of instant pain.
She woke up covered in sweat with her heart pounding fast in what felt like the same moment, only now she was really in her room in Gamla stan and felt all sorts of sensations that her dream lacked, like the cool air against her burning skin. She ripped off the blanket to let her body breathe, and remembered what had just killed her.
Liandra: “It breathed lightning. Damn, that thing’s scary!”She checked her clock radio and saw that it was only 3am, so she decided to exercise the night away rather than try to exorcise her demons.
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