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                                                                    POV:  KAYDA

 

“How could you do this?” I said as I struggled to make out the face of the man in front of me.

“I trusted you” I raged

Stop I don’t want to see these

“HE trusted you” I shouted as my eyes shifted to the person on the floor, bathed in blood, holding the wound in his upper abdomen. He looked up at me

NO

“I am sorry, your majesty. For my lord, anything” my eyes shifted back to the man holding the silver sword dripping in blood.

Wait. NO STOP I DON’T WANNA SEE THESE

I watched in horror as he slit his own throat using the same blood covered sword.

I ran to the one on the floor, clutching on to his wound his face got visible once I knelt down in front of him. His amber eyes filled with tears, as he winced in pain as i held him in my arms.

Papa?

“I am sorry Kayda” he whimpered “forgive me my child”

 

“KAYDA!!” Kai’s sound pierced my ears as I woke up gasping for air, sweat dripping from my forehead.

“Is it that dream again?” he asked, concern in his eyes

“I saw it” I shrieked with fear etched deep in my bones “I saw him, kai, the one on the floor bleeding was papa” I cried

Kai froze and turned pale as he processed what I said but quickly held me in his arms as I cried onto his shoulders

“I don’t want to see it anymore.” I wailed

“I know” he mumbled as he stroked my hair

After crying on his shoulder for a few minutes, I calmed down.

“This nightmare always happens when I am here.” I explained

“Don’t worry, papa is downstairs eating breakfast, and he is alright” he replied

I nodded

“Now go and take a shower, they are here, we gotta get ready and go” he insisted as he released me from his hug.

I got up and went to the shower

The cold water helped me feel that I was in the present and not in the dream.

That dream…

I can’t even differentiate between dream and reality anymore. It feels too real to be a dream, and it is false enough to be reality. I have had this same dream for as long as I can remember, but I have never recognized anyone in the dream until today.

The only thing I have noticed was different in the dreams was the dressing. It wasn’t the dressing of modern times.

I turned off the shower and changed into a blue off shoulder ruffle dress.

I used to only see these dreams when I was sleeping but last time, I met Ashton I saw a glimpse of the dream, different from what I usually see.

It’s getting weirder

I snapped back from the thoughts at the sound of knock at my door

“Yes” I called out

“Madam Kayda the master requests your presence at the conservatory” the frail voice spoke

I opened the door with an annoyed expression

“Oops sorry, habit” he immediately apologized 

“Next time u address me as madam Kayda instead of Kayda or kay I am gonna make u run fifty laps around the mansion” I pointed my fingers mocking grandma’s tone

“Forgive this old man and his friendly dementia” he laughed at his own comment as I chuckled along with him

“Don’t make them wait” he insisted

I gave him a nod as I closed the door

I took one last glance at myself in the mirror before I left the room.

 

The maid opened the door to the conservatory, my favourite place in the whole mansion.

It had all kinds of roses, tulips, lily of the valley, and so many other flowers. The plants were mainly kept here to mature, which later gets transferred to the main garden. Grandmother usually takes care of these plants.

 The conservatory was made with glass which gave full view of the sky and the garden outside the mansion

I walked up to the side of the conservatory where the seats and coffee table was arranged. The perfect place to relax.

“Good morning grandma” I grinned

“Good morning, Kayda” she beamed

She was in her late 90’s but she didn’t look a day older than 50. She could still walk, talk and perform magic properly. Same with grandpa, who is also in his late 90’s still thinks he is 40. He is on a business trip but promised he will meet us at the ritual

I looked to the side to where grandma was seated to see two unfamiliar faces. A man in his early 40s with blue eyes and blond hair and A lady with green eyes, that had similar features as my mom and grandma

I guess she is the sister, mother talked about

And to the other side was a familiar face along with an unknown one. Only their side profiles were visible but that beautiful gold like blond hair couldn’t be that of anyone else.

“Ayami?” I exclaimed