The Curse of King Arthur
Chapter 1: Visions
"No, please don't leave me, Elaine." I plead in a soft whisper, daring not to raise my voice any higher, fearing it might break the spell over us and death takes her away faster from me. "The Healer can fix this...scratch and you'll be good as new, running off and protecting the kingdom like always." I manage to will a small smile to my face to reassure her but I know, deep down, that not even the Healer can fix such a grievous wound. I can already feel the blood seeping through the flimsy cover I have over it.
And...I can tell that she too knows that this is the end. Even though I cannot see her eyes through her blood soaked hair, I can see it in that smile of hers. The same smile that I, myself was giving her just mere moments ago.
"I do not think that even the Healer can fix this one up, besides, I rather the last thing I hear being your voice instead of that old hag lecturing me on being stupid enough to get injured, again," She jokes in a strained voice, her smile getting bigger, most likely from imagining the Healer's disapproval face. Her smile finally breaks me and I can feel the tears start running down my face as I cradle her closer, knowing this will be the last time I see her smile, to hear her laughter.
"Why did you jump in front of that sword for me?" I ask, hearing my voice break because of heartbreak and guilt. Guilt from knowing that I should be the one laying on the floor dying, not her. Her smile, just grows softer as she raises a blood-stained hand and caresses my face.
"Because I am your knight and it is my duty to protect you, no matter what the cost, even if the cost is my life. And more importantly, I love you, I cannot stand by idle as the man I love be killed." I can feel her caresses stop as she places a firm hand on my cheek. Even though I cannot see them, I know her eyes are giving me their famous glare. "You are not destined to die here, not like this. Not at hands driven by the act of vengeance." Her face softens again but the firmness of her hands stays as she speaks again. "You are meant to die as an old man, in his bed surround by his family and friends, as the king you are." A cough begins to seize her and I pull her closer to try to calm it. I start to open my mouth to speak but she places a finger on my lips to silence them.
"You have to live...my king, as you are the only one...strong enough to stop them...from taking over the kingdom." Her voice wavers from the coughing but somehow stays strong, even as she starts coughing blood now. "You have to stay strong...for the kingdom and her people." She says in a commanding but soft whisper.
"I cannot, not without you by my side," I say softly, as I cradle her closer to me. Her smile just grows softly at my words as she uses the last of strength to pull herself closer to me so our foreheads are touching.
"You managed just fine without me before we met and you will be able to manage without me after I am gone." I can feel her grip starting to loosen from me as the life from her is starting to fade. I grab her hand tightly and keep it on my cheek, willing her to stay with me. "You can...survive...this, I know...you can. You are strong...inside...and out," Her smile grows bigger as she whisper out her final words. "That is one of the reasons I fell in love with you..." Her hand goes limp in mine as I see the last embers of life leave her face.
"No...NO!" I cry out as I cradle her now lifeless body against mine.
"You brought this upon yourself," An evil but strangely, sweet sounding voice says from the shadows. I force myself to turn away from the body of the woman I loved to face the direction the voice had come from. Through tear-strained eyes, I can make out a woman in a flowing blood-stained dress. The shadows obscure most of her face but somehow I know who it is and I can feel the rage for this woman building as my visions starts turning red.
As if gaining pleasure from my anger and lost, I can make out the faint outline of a smirk on her delicate face, the small light from the window makes the shadows of the smirk much more menacing. The mere sight of that smirk causes my entire sight to become hazed in a sea of red as I reach down blindly for something to get rid of that damn smirk on her face.
"It is hopeless, you cannot stop me. This kingdom and your reign as king will be just like your precious knight, over." Each word she spoke, became more and more menacing, as a shadow started rising from her. "You cannot stop me...you will never be able to stop me Arthur...Arstun...Austin...
"AUSTIN!" Mr. McKinney voice suddenly rings into my ears. I open my eyes in a haze and met with a pair of angry-looking brown eyes, glaring at me.
I blink a couple of times, to try and figure out where I am, until realization finally hits me and I shoot up from my seat in shock. Looking around, my eyes lock on white walls with educational posters plastered on them; not the stone, cold room I was in, merely seconds ago. I look down at my arms and blood no longer coats them and the girl I was holding in them, is no longer there as well.
"Well, I'm guessing since Mr. Cavalier is standing now, he knows the answer." Mr. McKinney says in sarcastic tone, as he stand back to his full height. "I mean, since he eagerly stood up so fast, when I called his name, he must know the answer, am I right class?" He asks as he gestures with his arms to the rest of the class, his sarcastic tone becoming more obnoxious. Besides a few of my classmates stifled giggles, the room is dead quiet as all eyes turn towards me. I can only look at Mr. McKinney in shock, still trying to wrap my mind that I'm back in class, but I finally regain face after a few more seconds.
"Sorry sir, but I didn't even hear the question," I finally answer after getting over my shock. I could see the look of disapproval already forming on McKinney face as soon as the words leave my mouth.
An annoyed sigh just escapes from his mouth as he shakes his head in a dramatic fashion, before facing me again. "Mr. Cavalier, like I have reminded you time and time again, this is a math class, not your bedroom. If you want to sleep, do it at home, but don't you worry, you'll be able to catch up on all the work you slept through, in detention." I can just hear the smugness radiating from his voice, even though his face doesn't betray that at all.
Great, we're back to the usual lecture. I'm starting to want to go back to nightmare. I think in a deadpanned voice as I suppress the nerve to say something smart to him, knowing it's just going to put me in even more hot water. Instead, I just give a reluctant nod, before the bell rings, signally the end of this hell.
"Don't be late, Mr. Cavalier, and please, make sure you're fully awake when you come," McKinney says as I try to slip out, under the cover of my classmates.
"Yes sir," I answer through clench teeth. Don't say anything, Austin. Don't say anything, Austin. It's not worth it. I repeat over and over in my head, willing myself not to say anything stupid and get an even longer detention. "Just focus on something else," I whisper to myself as I leave the room.
Unfortunately, my focus starts to turn back onto the nightmare vision I just had, moments ago. At the same time, I feel a hand claps on my shoulder. A vision of someone malicious, doing the same thing, pops in my head, causing me to swing around, fist raise to strike.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, I come in peace, don't hit me!" The person yells as he raises his arms above his head to protect himself. When I fully face the person, I can see that it's no one dangerous, but only my friend Blaine.
"Sorry about that, Blaine, I thought you were someone else," I say with a tint of guilt from almost hitting my friend. I can't believe I almost hit B.B, just because of a stupid dream. I think to myself as I lower my arm.
Slowly raising his arms, I can see Blaine hazel eyes peep through the opening of his arms, to make sure the coast is clear before fully lowering them. I can't say I blame him, I would have been hesitant too, if some dude raised a fist at me.
"It's cool, Austin," Blaine starts with a smile. That's one of the great things about Blaine, he's the type who will forgive and forget right away. "I just feel sorry for the guy that fist was meant for."
"Yeah, I do too but it really wasn't meant for anybody. I think I'm still jumpy from the dream I had," I say with a slight shrug. I don't know why, for some reason I feel like I'm lying, like I had meant to punch someone but that's impossible; I have no real beef with anyone. Not unless you count the woman in the dream but it's crazy to have anger about what a dream woman did. This is pathetic, I'm actually mad about what a dream woman did. I think in disbelief.
"You know, there is a way you could avoid the jumpiness all together," Blaine says, bring me back from the internal war going on inside of me.
"How?" I ask eagerly, with a little bit of hope mixed in.
"By not falling asleep in class!" He exclaims with a smile and light punch to the arm. I roll my eyes at his "advice" with a smile, before I start heading down the hallway to my next class, Blaine right at my heels. "But in all seriousness man, you've been falling asleep in class more than usually and every time someone wakes you up, you look like you've seen hell, itself. What's going on with you?" The worry is crystal clear in his voice and I wish I could tell him what's really going on, but I know the moment I do, that worry will turn into a question of my sanity.
"It's nothing, I just been catching up on my beauty sleep at home, like McKinney said I should do and it caused me to fall behind some on my homework, thus, I've been trying to catch up on that, causing me to miss out on sleep. So, I end up tired in class. It a never-ending cycle," I explain with a shrug. I'm not completely lying, I did have to try to catch on my homework...
"And what about the freak outs in class?" Blaine asks and judging from his tone, he doesn't believe me.
"You know that old rule, that you shouldn't eat late at night, otherwise, it will give you nightmares?" Blaine hesitates for a second, before giving a nod yes. "Well, apparently it's true. It's been a never-ending parade of clowns, bunnies, and leprechauns," I lie with a fake shudder. "And the psychs don't tell you this, but those food-induced nightmares, can affect your daydreams too."
Judging by the look on Blaine's face, I managed to lead him away from the actual problem, but in regards to my sanity...I think I may have lost that battle.
He stays quiet for a few moments, before letting out a sigh and shakes his head in disbelief. "I swear, Austin, Freud would have a field day with you, if had the chance." Even though I know he's doubting my sanity at the moment, I can tell by the tone of his sigh, that he believes me...for now at least.
"Trust me, you have no idea," I admit. I doubt even Freud, could tell me what's wrong in my head. The warning bell rings, causing Blaine and I, to start heading back down the hall.
"Austin?" Blaine calls out, causing me to stop in my tracks. I look and spot Blaine in the doorway of his class.
"What's up?" I asks, uneasy by the tone of his voice.
I can see the look of hesitation and I can tell that he wants to tell me something. He takes a breath, before speaking. "Austin, just so you know, if you ever want to talk about anything. The leprechauns or...anything else, I'm here for you. And if not me, then someone else." At that moment, I can tell that he knows it's something else going on, but I know he's not going to push it.
I give him a nod ok and I can tell that he wants a more solid answer, but he knows that isn't going to happen at the moment. So, instead, he gives me a wave which I give back, before he heads into his class and me, going down the hall to mine own. I know Blaine means well and if I was in any real trouble, I could go to him for help. But, this dream, this is something I know he can't help with and I don't want to see the pity and fear for my sanity in his eyes.
I take a quick glance at my watch and check the time. Even though I really don't want to talk about this, period. Blaine is right, that I need to talk to someone about this and even though I can't talk to him about this, there is someone who I can talk to and really, is the only person I really want to talk to about this. It just going to be a while, before I can.
Come on bell, ring! I mentally exclaim as I try to mentally will the bell to ring. I take my one hundredth million glance at my watch, hoping that the clock has finally hit 3:30 and the end of the school day. Somehow, I managed to stay awake in my last two class, which is a freaking miracle.
I turn my attention away from my watch with a sigh and face towards the window, to think about exactly what I'm going to do when I get out of here...and I need to try to stop the impatient tapping of my foot. I only have a few minutes to get to the other side of the building and catch her before she gets to the gym. If I don't catch her before swim practice, then I'm screwed. Hopefully, Coach Rockwell doesn't start practice on time...
A faint ringing starts buzzing in my ear, which brings me slowly out of my thoughts and it dawns on me that it's the school bell ringing to signal the end of the day. I quickly gather my books into my backpack and I try to fast walk as much as possible to the door without attracting attention to the teacher. That's the last thing I need, another prison sentence, on top of the one I already have.
"Dang it," I curse softly. It dawns on me, that I can't head straight to the gym, I still have to show up for McKinney's freaking detention. I had to fall asleep in the one teacher who would give me detention. I couldn't have done it in one of the classes, where I would have just gotten a warning! I mentally yell. Lady Luck is not on my side today.
I facepalm in frustration before I take off sprinting towards McKinney class. Hopefully, I can knock it out fast, or maybe a miracle will happen and McKinney will cancel the class...or maybe get hit by meteor.
"I really need to be careful, what I wish for," I guiltily admit when I get to McKinney's classroom and find the room dark and a sign taped to the door, saying that he had to cancel because of a family emergency. I look down at my watch and I can't help but smile a little at the time. Looks like I have enough time to make it before practice starts. Well...can't look a gift horse in the mouth.
After a couple of straight running through slowly emptying hallways, I finally make it to the gym. I slowly walk in and head straight to the pool, other kids passing me by heading out of the gym or heading to their respected sports. After a few seconds I finally make it to the entryway of the pool.
A flash of blue and white flood my vision as I enter, from the bright walls that first greet you when you come in. A few feet away from me is the large pool, to my luck is empty, which is a good sign that practice hasn't started. I turn away from the pool and over to the side where the locker rooms are and I see some of the swim team members hanging off on the side but it's clear that not all of them are there yet. A little further away I spot the Coach Rockwell talking to another teacher that I've seen in passing before. That is my positive sign that practice still a little ways away from starting.
I gaze across at the small pile of swim members, trying to see if I could spot her but no luck; hopefully she isn't in the girls locker room right now. As I'm about to walk over and ask one of the girls if they could go see if she was in there, I hear splashing and my attention turns towards the last lane of the pool.
Squinting some, I could just make out a person swimming a lap and I get ready to dismiss it as another swim member until I spot a familiar black and red swim cap and I immediately recognize who it is.
Almost like a reflex, a smile start to appear on my face as I start walking on the bleachers side of the pool, towards the lane. Of course she's the first one in the pool, why am I not surprised. I mentally ask myself before I finally reach the lane. As she's coming towards me, I lean down some to her level.
"Hiya Katie, shouldn't you wait to swim until your coach says it time?" I ask as soon as I know she's close enough to hear me.
Katie disappears under the water for a second before reappearing at the edge of the lane I was standing at. Looking down, my eyes are met with water-soaked goggles, but soon replaced with bright silver eyes and a sly smile as Katie props herself up on her elbows.
"Hiya Austin, for your information, I already ask for permission to swim before practice but, the more important question is, why aren't you at detention right now?" Katie asks, crossing her arms, her tell that I'm in trouble. Even though I couldn't see it, I can feel my smile drop into an annoyed frown. I have no idea why I'm surprised she found out, she's freaking psychic about everything else.
"B.B and his big mouth," I grumble to myself as I sit down cross-legged at the edge of the pool. I meant for my grumbling to be for myself but I can catch Katie eye when I'm sitting, so I already know she heard me.
"Don't blame Blaine about me finding out about the detention," Katie says as she lifts herself out of the pool to sit next to me; as soon as she's out, she takes her swim cap off causing her jet black braid to fall right below her neck, creating a nice contrast to her olive skin. "He didn't tell me about the detention, just that you fell asleep in class." She finishes when her attention is back on me.
"So how in the world did you-"
"You fell asleep in McKinney class, that doesn't take a genius to figure that out," Katie quickly says, before I can finish my question. "If you even sneeze when he's doing a lecture, you're going to get detention. So you sleeping, just guarantees you'll get one." She finishes with a shrug. She has a point, it seems like everyone who had or has him, had a detention slapped on them.
"I swear, he's going to cause all of us to mutiny on him, one day," I grumble out, before getting back on track. "So, then why do you have your "I'm in trouble' look? You don't seem fazed by the detention, so is it because I fell asleep in class...again?"
"Please, I've been trying to stop you from sleeping in class for years," She scoffs slightly with a smile. "I'm not even going to waste my breath on that subject anymore."
I can't help but laugh from her words. It has been a consistence argument between us and the only reason why I haven't gotten more lectures about it lately because our class schedules are completely different this semester.
"But that still doesn't explain why I'm in trouble."
I look over at her in surprise and confusion, trying to figure out why I got that look then. "But if I'm not in trouble, then why the look?" A sigh escapes her lips before facing me again to answer.
"Although Blaine didn't tell me about you getting into trouble, he did tell me that he's worried about you and that you've been waking up in class like you've just seen your own personal hell." Katie answers with concern laced in her voice.
"Yeah...that's actually what I came here to talk to you about," I start slowly as I run my fingers through my blond hair, a habit of mine of mine, when I'm stressed. Katie waits patiently for me to start talking, watching me like a hawk with those gray eyes of hers. "I've been having those dreams again." I finally say after a few moments of silence.
It takes her a few seconds to remember what I'm talking about but I can see the realization in her eyes when it dawns on her what I'm talking about. And that realization quickly turns into worry.
"I thought those dreams stopped!" She exclaims in a low voice and I nod yes before speaking again.
"They did! A long time ago!" I run both hands into my hair, most likely spiking it up, more than usual, but I don't even care. "It's been eight years since the last time I had those dreams but for some reason, since last week, they've come back and at full force. This time, they're worse than ever."
"You've been having these dreams for over a week now?" I can hear the anger and hurt in her voice, that I'm just telling her now about this, which I don't blame her for, but she doesn't voice it out loud. Instead she ask, "How are they worse than before?"
I let a frustrated sigh before speaking. "Well at first, they started off like they used to do, with me just watching. That's why I didn't tell you, because I thought they were just that, me observing," I quickly add the last part. I know it's no excuse but I didn't want her to worry about me. "But, for some reason, these past couple of days. I've stop being an observer and somehow...became part of the dream."
"So, you're saying that you've actually been living the dreams?" Katie ask, unsure of what I'm actually saying.
"I'm saying that I can actually feel everything that's happening. I feel the blood of the dying girl in my arms, I can feel the rage the guy...or I should say me, has for the woman who killed her. I feel absolutely everything in there." I groan out as I rest my head in my hands in frustration. I can feel Katie hands, massage my shoulders some, to try and relieve some of the stress.
"I wish you came to me sooner, maybe I could have stopped it from getting this bad." Katie expresses as she gives my shoulder another squeeze.
"I know, Katie. I should have told you as soon as it started..." And it's true, I should have come to her in the first place, since she is the one who manage to keep them at bay the last time. "...but I didn't want to worry you. I really thought I could handle this on my own." I finish while turning my head towards her, my head still in my hands.
"I know you didn't want to worry me but I'm your best friend, you're suppose to come to me with stuff like this." I just give a nod yes before turning my head so it's facing out towards the pool.
"I hear you," I say with a sigh. "I just forget sometimes, that there is someone who understands what I'm going through, because most people would just think I'm nuts."
"Well, good thing I already know you're crazy." Despite my distress, I can feel a small smile form on my face, until I feel a slight pinch from Katie to gain my attention again. "And don't you forget, that I understand better than anyone what these dreams do to you." She leans down some so she's close to my ear so no can overhear her. "It's the reason that I didn't have my own bed for three months!" She whispers harshly. I can't help but chuckle and smirk a little that. Remembering back when we were kids, during the time when my grandmother was still her foster-mother and she lived with us, before she was adopted by her current family. The first time the dreams started coming, they freaked me out so much that I had to sleep in her bed, just to keep them from coming so much.
I start to open my mouth to say something but I see her eyes move from me and towards the end of the pool. I follow her line of sight and see that the coach is starting to get everyone together for practice. "Looks like that's my cue to head out." I reluctantly say, not wanting to end the conversation.
"You know, I could just skip practice, tell Coach you're not feeling well and you need someone to take you home, if you want to keep talking," Katie says when her attention is back on me. I know she's really worried about me now, if she's willing to skip practice in her favorite sport and skip something for school, period. Unlike me, who has no desire for school, Katie loves school. She actually likes coming here and learning. That's how I know how worried she is, if she's willing to skip.
I'm tempted to say yes, but I know she has a big swim meet coming up soon and I don't want my problems to mess with her life. So after a few moments, I finally shake my head no to her offer.
"Thanks Kate, but I'll be alright," Surprisingly, I actually mean it. My original goal has been accomplish. I was able to talk to her and get this damn dream off my chest and not go home like a nervous wreck.
I can still see the worry in her eyes, so I decide to do what I do best, be a smartass. "But I have to say, I'm flattered that Katherine Nero cares so much about little old me, that she's willing to skip practice." I say with the smuggest smirk I can make.
She looks at me for a few moments, before she scoffs and a superior smile graces her lips. "Don't flatter yourself, I just offered so you wouldn't call me, crying in the middle of the night, asking if you can sleep in my bed, so I can chase the nightmares away."
"Well...it doesn't have to be your bed. Mine is big enough, for both of us," I innocently say, which earns my a nice punch in my arm.
"I don't think that will fly anymore, cowboy," She says with a laugh, before reaching up to fixed some of my hair that I messed up in my frustration. I just give a simply shrug at that. It's for the best, anyway, I would be even more wired, if she was there.
When she's done, she places a gentle hand on my cheek, creating a nice warm spot there. "Are you sure, you'll be ok? You could always hang out here and wait until practice is over, then we can ride home together."
"As tempting as that is, I'm going to have to decline. I barely can stand being in this place during mandatory hours. I flat-out refuse to stay an extra three hours, in this prison." I reluctantly pull her hand off my cheek, but keep in my hands. "But, thanks again for the offer...and the talk, I need it."
"That's what I'm here for, last time I check. I just hope, that you don't wait so long to tell me you a problem like this, next time," Katie gently says, with a soft smile.
"I promise," I agree as I raise my hand some in promise. "Now, get going, I don't need Coach Rockwell to come by and start yelling at us. I can only handle one educational figure yelling at me, once a day," I joke as I let go of her hand and stand back up.
"You just can't stay out of trouble, can't you?" Katie ask with a laugh, as she places her swim cap back on.
"Nope, just not in my nature," I answer with a smile. "See you later, Kate." I give her wave, before heading towards the door.
"Hey Austin!" Katie calls me when I'm about a foot away from her, causing me turn back in her direction.
"Yeah?" I ask, curious about why she's calling me back.
"If those dreams do start plaguing you again, I hope you remember to say the motto-"
"It's just a dream. Don't let it control you." I finish, saying the motto she made up when we were younger, to help me with the dreams. Even at eight, she was pretty smart. "Don't worry, I remember. It's all up here." I say as I tap my head lightly with a smile. "Now get going before you're late for practice."
"You better remember," She says with a smile, before slipping her goggles back on. "And, a little warning, Austin. You wait to tell me something like this again, I promise you, a never-ending parade of clowns, bunnies, and leprechauns, will be the least of your worries."
Despite my lingering feelings of the dreams and everything that happened, I just can't help but laugh at Katie's threat.
"Noted," I agree with a laugh as I exit out of the pool.
I pull the collar of my coat up some, to cover my face from cold wind. Even though its early March, it's clear that winter is still in the air, evident by the coldness of the wind and by the sun getting closer to setting, even though it's just a little past 4:30.
I continue to walk home slowly, not even wanting to listen to any music, like I usually do. I just keep repeating Katie's words in my mind and try to keep the dream off my mind. Luckily, my talk with Katie, seems to calm my mind down enough, where I can actually think again. I keep walking for a few minutes before I hear something, that stops me in my tracks.
I turn around in shock as I hear my name called, looking around to see who could have said it. What the hell is that? I ask myself mentally as I continue to look around and spotting no one. It was like the voice came from the wind itself.
"I really am going crazy," I whisper to myself as I let my eyes do one more sweep of the area to make sure no one is there, before I start walking again. But, as soon as I get a few feet away. I'm stopped in my tracks again.
"Austin..." The voice whispers softly, but much more clearly this time.
"Alright, who's there?!" I yell out when I hear the voice the second time now. Anger laced in my voice. I hate being messed with, especially when I'm already freaked out to begin with.
I look around again and still spot no one. Alright, that's it, it's time to book it, now. I think before I turn back around and start running in the direction of my house but, for some reason, that seem to rile the voice up.
"Austin...Austin...Austin..." It keeps repeating, over and over, and now it seems to be playing right in my head now.
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" I yell each time I hear my name, as I start to pick up speed.
If it didn't get even stranger, another voice, much sinister-sounding then the first started speaking too. "Austin...Austin...Austin...Austin!" The voices starts yelling in my head, almost blurring together at some points.
I just cover my ears with my hands as I keep running, trying to block them out, as much as I can.
"SHUT UP!" I scream out with a deafening yell, before my world starts spinning before my very eyes. While running from the voices, I fail to noticed where I was running and wind up tripping on something and start tumbling, until I stop right at the edge of the lake. Luckily, it seems like that fall was exactly what I needed, because the voices stop, as soon as I take the nosedive.
"Never thought I would be so happy to hear the sound of my own voice and only my voice." I whisper quietly as I start army-crawling towards the lake to see how much damage I did when I took that fall.
Amber gold eyes greet me as I look over the edge to examine my face. I look down at my reflection and look it over, checking to see if I damaged anything. I breathe a sigh of relief when I spot nothing on my face, beside some dirt here and there. Lucky me. That would have been hard to explain to Gran if I came home with a giant bruise and I doubt, running from disembodied voices would cut it.
I gaze at my reflection for a few more seconds, before I notice ripples start to distort my image. Now what?! I mentally exclaim, as I lift my head up, to see what's happening. And apparently, I get my answer, when I spot water bubbling in the middle of the lake.
"What the hell is going on?!" I yell out loud to no one in particular. As soon as the words leave me lips, the water stops and a watery silhouette starts rising from the water. What in the world is that? I ask myself internally as I watch the silhouette start forming into that of a woman's outline or...at least I think it's a woman.
"Austin, do not be afraid..." The water woman says in an eerily familiar voice, as she holds out a petite-looking hand towards me.
Is she seriously telling me, not to be afraid of a woman coming out water?! I yell in my mind as I stare at her in shock and disbelief. I think for a second, before it dawns on me, where I heard her voice before. It's the same, as the first voice that appeared in my mind.
Before I can speak or slap myself awake, the hairs on the back of my neck start rising, as I feel a cold, almost evil wind, start blowing at my back. Stupidly, I turn my head towards the direction the wind is blowing and I can't believe what I see. You have got to be kidding me!
A shadow, not unlike the shadow that rose out the second woman in my dream, starts rising from the ground. Unlike the watery woman, I can make out if the shadow is male, female, or both. The only thing I can make out, is one, bony hand, pointing directly at me.
"Austin..." It whisper my name in a sinister, drawn-out voice that shakes me to my core. I know, if I could see my face right now, my eyes would be as big as dinner plates from the pure fear of what I'm seeing.
"That's it, I finally gone over the deep end," I whisper softly to myself, as a falling sensation takes over, causing me to hit the ground, hard. The last thing I see, is the water woman standing over me, releasing a ball of light above my head, before my world is engulf by darkness.