Dreams and Nightmare

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~Chapter 2~

"OR A WONDERFUL DREAM you wished you never came out from," A soft voice suddenly spoke.

Blinking the leftover sleep away from his eyes, his icy blue eyes meet a small figure woman sitting comfortably on his stomach.

"Get off" he commanded, but she ignored him and instead crossed her legs on top of his stomach.

Signing in his lips, he laid back down to his pillow. Throwing his arms over his eyes, he began thinking back to his dream; he knew why she was here.

"Are you going to keep coming here?" He asked, not looking down to see the woman.

Instead of receiving a response, the weight on his stomach increased, becoming heavier and heavier.

Lifting his arm away from his eyes, he finally looked down to see the once tiny figure was now the size of a mature adult.

"Don't do that while sitting on me, Bunasis," he reprimanded. "Get off".

"I will keep coming here till you accept your dream," Bunasis ignored his latter statement to answer the prior one. "And don't talk like you don't know why I am here" she adds.

Finally sitting up, he glared at Bunasis. She, on the other hand, was unfazed by the glare.

She stared at the window to the moon. Likewise, she, herself, was like the moon — well, her features were like the moon.

Bunasis was the Goddess of sleep and dream.

She appears like a luminous being, draped in flowing robes that cascade around her like wisps of moonlit mist. Her form seems to shimmer with a soft light glow whenever she used her powers.

Her complexion is fair and flawless, similar to the gentle glow of moonlight itself. Likewise, her eyes were as white as the morning clouds.

Not only that, but her hair, as soft and delicate as strands of moonbeam, cascades down her back in waves of iridescent hues. It shimmered and danced at the dry winds of Daemarral. Her features were overall delicate and serene, imbued with an ageless beauty.

"Get off me, and we will talk," he commanded once again. Heeding his command, she got off him and walked over to his mirror table.

Pouring herself a Golden Nectar, she drowned a sip and savored the taste of the wine once it hit her throat.

"When is it going to stop?" He asked, pulling her from what she was doing.

"Sephtis, You are still in denial of it and—"

"Six hundred years, Six hundred years it has been happening, but you have not done anything about it," Sephtis accused

"No! For those six hundred years, I have been telling you to accept, but what do you do? You reign in denial, you force yourself to forget"

"THEN TAKE IT AWAY, YOU BLOODY BLUNDERBUSS!" he shouted, heavily swearing at her. She waved her hands at his face as if to brush off his words at her.

"What was the dream again?"

"The same thing as the past six hundred years, no bloody difference"

"And you still believe it would just go away or still believe it's some nightmare that would blow off with the wave of my hands".

"THEN TAKE IT AWAY!!!!" he hollered in anger, making his displeasure and utter distaste known to his fellow deity.

"Well, I can't do that!!!! I can't play with fate and destiny. I cannot have Oona and Hobris breathing down my neck just because I tampered with your destiny." Though Bunasis spoke softly, her words had authority that gave Sephtis the need to back down a bit. She was not fooling around. She wasn't going to do anything about his dreams.

"Why me?" His voice sounded rugged and dry. He seemed stressed and downcast.

He knew what he was, what he did, and how he did what he did. So it bothered him. Why was he given a lover? Why was he given something so fragile that it could easily slip from his fingers and shatter to the ground?

Remembering his dream, he felt relief.

Fulfillment?

He didn't know the words to use to describe how he felt with the woman in his arms.

Contempt?

Yes, That was it. Contempt. He felt really satisfied at that moment, not wanting to leave or wanting the feeling it end.

"And besides" The goddess began again, drifting him away from his thoughts. Crawling towards him like a beast ready to pounce on its prey, she balanced herself on top of him, giving him a coy smile.

"I am also disappointed. I won't be able to get this mind-blowing sex we usually have." His smile mimicked hers as she placed a hungry kiss on his lips, which he very much replicated with ease. His hands gripped her rear as he rocked his hips against hers, and she let out a satisfying sigh when she felt his hard-on grow on her.

"Don't say it like you didn't already find a replacement for me?" he mused, his icy blue eyes glimmering with mischief and amusement.

"Who?" she asked, still faking pretense.

"Qhuemis and Kenlir," he confirmed. She just giggled, finally getting off him. She gave him a bright smile.

"Go find your destiny. " Leaving the room with her, they went outside to the dry lands.

"You know this field was filled with Marigold and a massive Silk floss tree in my dream," He mentioned quietly.

It was more like an inner monologue. His eyes gazed around the environment. He wanted that. Even though Daemarral was a place for death and smelt like one, he still wanted one beautiful place.

Daemarral was such a wasteland that both god and goddess dreaded the thought of coming around. But there were a few that didn't mind coming to his domain.

Signing to himself some more.

Bunasis placed a soft palm on his chest, and her silver eyes stared at him.

"Go find her, you seem happy in your dreams, so find her, find your destiny." Her voice trailed into the air as she disappeared away from Daemarral.

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"How much for the rabbit meat?" a young woman asked the butcher

"Rabbit goes for 30 uolas"

"Thirty Uola? You are a thieving scoundrel. You are trying to take my money, aren't you?"

"It not my fault you don't have enough. The market is tight these days," He reasoned with her, but she pushed her luck.

"Market is tight? It's an animal, I am sure you hunt them yourself. " The butcher paused his lips and stared at her.

"Missy, 30 Uolas"

"Give me the rabbit and five plums for 30 Uolas"

"You petty thief! Are you trying to run me out of business?"

"Your thieving business, you mean?" They both stood there waiting for the other to give out.

"32 Uola, that's all I can give you for"

"Deal," she declared, her lilac eyes glistering with joy at her accomplishment.

"Did your mother teach you how to drive a hard bargain?" he asked.

"Yes, actually, she rang it like bells in my ear every time I followed her to the market. She always made me have my eyes opened for good wares and goods," she informed, butcher smiled and hummed in response.

"I wish my daughter was like you. She did go to stalls and buy times two of what I am selling. It drives me crazy, I tell you, but my wife always says she is just a little lad. " The butcher ranted on as he shook his head in disapproval. But the woman just laughed at him.

"She will learn with time," she reassured.

"I hope so"

Pulling the rabbit off the rack, he turned to her as he began sharpening his butchering knives, "Should I cut them up for you, Miss?"

"Yes, Please, and cut them up to 20 pieces. Oh! And don't cut off the ears, leave them whole as they are."

"Who eats whole ears?"

"The old man at home. You know, if you cook them tenderly in a hot pan with hot oil, it could make for some soft, crunchy meat. Almost like a biscuit bone"

"Hm. So I have heard. My wife makes them, but mostly with the lamb ears," he informed, pointing his knife in the lambs' direction on the rack.

"Your wife owns the fruit stall beside you?" she asked, nodding her black head towards the fruits neatly arranged on the table nearby.

"Ah! Yes. There was a ruckus nearby. She got nosy and went to see what was going on. " Bundling her orders together, he placed it in a sack bag together with the plums.

"Ruckus? What ruckus? I was over at the next market buying some spices. " Dropping the 32 Uolas as promised for payment, she looked at the man with curiosity.

"You haven't heard? Another body was found dead this morning. " The man leaned forward to inform her as if it was a top secret.

"Isn't that the fourth death since the past fortnight?" she asked, her eyes wide with shock.

"Fourth?! Have you been living under a rock or something?, it is the Sixth death since the past fortnight"

"I tell you little Missy," He continued, "Voudia may be the capital Kingdom, but it ain't safe anymore"

The black-haired woman paused her lips before asking her worries, "Who are the people dying?"

Before the butcher could respond, another woman spoke up.

"Ehelif suu Amirê, Aemirif suu Aemirê, Illynif suu Irstas. Cieruju jus Umiur"

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Lexicon:

*Uola is the currency.

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