The Legend of Divine Mystics - Chapter 1.1
There I was.
In the middle of a dense forest surrounded by complete darkness, looking up at a moonless sky.
My heart was pounding in anticipation. I allowed myself to venture deeper, to find my way back to the lakeside cottage, that I called home.
But as I delved further into the forest, it grew darker and darker. The folding branches merged together, forming an impenetrable canopy. A howl sounded from behind me, inducing a state of fear that I couldn’t shake off.
I took off running.
In my panicked state, I hadn’t noticed what I was running away from.
With each passing second, I could hear the sound of paws padding closer.
Mustering courage, I turned around to see the most magical, mystical beast I had ever seen in my entire life. A faint growl brought me back to my senses. I looked up to find that overbearing wolf looming over my comparatively small body.
The light that fell on its pitch-black fur, were refracted into tiny beams, as if the stars themselves had abandoned their home in the vast sky above, to cling to the hide of this fearsome creature.
Those glowing orbs sliced through the darkness of the night, just as my mesmerised form was reflected in those green, topaz eyes.
He moved towards me slowly.
I brought my hand near him, assuming that he wanted me to pat him. Astonishingly he snuggled into my outstretched hand. Tingles erupted from this slight touch. The wolf purred in satisfaction and tried to snuggle even more.
His body being larger than mine, the wolf climbed on top of me. But I had no fear. All I felt was a strange attraction towards him.
I close my eyes and just inhaled as if carving his features in my memories. My flayed nerves gradually relaxed.
And that’s when I felt an excruciating pain in the meeting point of my neck and shoulder.
Making me scream at the top of my voice, the pain unbearable.
When my eyes finally opened, I found myself out of the forest. My clothes were drenched from sweat.
Lots and lots of sweat!
I couldn’t help but cringe in disgust. I looked about and let my eyes slowly adjust. I was in my bedroom, lying on this dingy, albeit comfortable bed- at least that’s what I told myself.
Through the box-like window, I could see that it was still fairly dark. The stars were reflected beautifully on the surface of the lake that lied just outside my little cottage.
This was the fifth time this month that I’d seen the same dream. And the strangest thing of all was that every time I saw that wolf, I could sense a strange connection between us.
Still restless, and ever-so-sticky from my midnight sweating, I decided to take a quick dip in the lake before the sun rose, and before the daily chores that plagued my small-town life stole away these precious moments of freedom.