Thought

ue

n, like seeing my dream

I am. He hasn't once been a mortal before; I can see it in his eyes, and not just because they are silve

simply stands there, hands shoved in his pockets, looking undeniable apart of

" he says, raising his arms into a shrug. I try t

sue. He is st

t you before," I comment, folding my arms over my chest uneasily. I'm unsure of wh

ay. Nothing, from his stare, to his expression, gives up his intentions, and it's unnerving. He's impas

ou to listen,"

ing. Any information is good information, as l

that as long as you live here, in the oblivious life that you do, th

aving these drea

ngly, the closer he gets to me. He stops directly in front of me, so close, he starts to blur, making me wonder whether he

aster? What does that mean? What does

, ice cold. "I shouldn't have done this. I shouldn't have shown myself

he is, he's not normal. Maybe he's from another reality, or maybe I'm simply hallucinating. That seems the

e me alone,"

rowing his eyes. "Consider the dreams normal. Stop thinking

ning, my clothes are soaked. How did I not notice? The person approaches, as I look back at Revel. Ever

u not wet?"

o me, though, instead looking over his shoulder at

om me. She looks confused behind the shower of rain falling from her

as talk

ddle where his feet would be remain. Blinking a few times, I try make sense of the sudden disappearance. H

ing down at myself, I see my white T-shirt is completely soaked through. My

f, I walk quickly down the stre

sure I'm g

*

you wouldn't want to c

er the incident with Revel, I needed to talk to someone, to get answers. Mr. Fisher has been the only one

tween both hands. Mr. Fisher rests against his desk, narrowing his eyes on me. He look

o?" he

overslept a lot and missed...An important event. I don't know if this is because I came to see you, but

ag, Julian, frowns. By his reaction, this clea

sperate. Saying it aloud makes it all the more real. I was talking to a halluc

hey weren't rea

yself. Either this Revel guy has amazing disappearing abilities, or

t is wrong with me. I believe that, until he gets up, moving away from the desk over to this bookshelf. N

rmurs, as he pulls out a book. He doesn't s

w it to me, the book

you tell me if the man you spoke to looked like this?" he asks, leaning over

doubting

into my soul, as I look down at him, being portrayed like a king sitting upon a throne, draped in lavish

er knew existed?" I ask nervously, closi

re not dreaming,

Fate's territory, where they usually aren't allowed? It's was most likely a strange symptom of

think that is just me trying to mak

I think you need to consider the fact that something else is goin

mortal? What if this

gets up, brushing past me to open the door behind me. "If it is real, then you nee

ulian is afraid. He's afraid of being involved with m

the doorway, Juli

ing the door. I stand there, dumbfoun

nt to escape