Chapter Nine-Dreams are to be recognized

Two months later

 

As the end of the year draws near, and the strange schoolwork intensifies as it gets closer to the halfway point, it’s time for the Winter Solstice, so there are no classes this week. Malissa and Kylie offered me to stay with them at Camille’s house in case it would be difficult for me to return to the human realm. I would’ve wanted to go home because I’ve been homesick since the first day, but as my friends expected, I don’t know how to get home as I’m in what seems to be a whole other world.

 

Even though I’m homesick and would feel more comfortable spending my break reading in my tiny, yet usually quiet school dorm even, I’m kind of excited to stay at Camille’s because I noticed she seems friends with that mysterious new girl that sat next to me on the bus as I’ve observed them talking to each other a lot. I recently found out her name was Nyssa from overhearing (I may have been eavesdropping when next to her table at lunch instead of socializing like a normal person or magical being), but I still don’t know much about her other than the fact she’s an Aier and what she looks like. I’m hoping that becoming closer with Camille can help me be closer to Nyssa and that would help me find out more about why she suddenly stood out on the bus and gave me that vision. Does she have a connection to it?

After Malissa, Kylie and Camile’s friends Alexis and Tyra take a series of Core busses to the portal to Camille’s homeland, the first thing I notice is how beautiful it is. Basically everything, from the street objects to the buildings, are made of sparkling crystals in several colors, but most are in various shades of green. It reminds me of a lighter colored and smaller Emerald City. Another object of this kingdom that stood out upon arrival is the sky; though there are a few slightly sparkling white clouds, the sky is even bluer than the clearest blue sky in the human world.

 

Camille’s house looks sort of like a tiny castle the size of a normal suburb house. When we walk in and notice the shiny crystal foyer, Camille points me, Malissa and Kylie to the guest room while Camille is sleeping in her room with Alexis and Tyra. The guest room has two beds, but there is a berry colored silk blanket on the thin violet carpet which Kylie volunteered to sleep on. I sit on the bed closest to the door. I plop the small black duffel bag on the bed and slough myself on the poufy, comfortable cushion. I unzip the bag and take out my hairbrush, tissues and Chap Stick and put it all on the silver metallic colored crystal nightstand on my right. One of the items I dig out is a night sky colored leather journal with a sparkling white star on it. Mom gave it to me before I left. I never had the time to write in it with homework, practicing magic as I’m behind in an advanced school, and my desire to finish this book series I’m reading. But because I feel like it, I want to use it to try to theorize my origins.

 

For seemingly hours while watching my friends unpack and get settled, my journal is open on the first page, but I barely wrote anything because this puzzle is way more complicated than I initially thought. I’ve theorized that kindergarten could have a connection to my origins, as who might be Lucie from my class is one of the human raised that got accepted in the year where many human raised got accepted, but I don’t know how those people could connect to it. Also, ever since Teagen first mentioned Lucie, I’ve been seeing this familiar looking blonde Aier in the halls. It’s not unusual to see the same person in the halls at school over and over again, but the last time I saw her, which was yesterday, she looked sort of familiar. That was when she was talking with Nyssa, and it was the first time I’ve seen them talk to each other since Nyssa moved here. So I’m guessing Nyssa has a connection to this theory, as she has brought me this flashback two months earlier, but I can’t inscribe how. I don’t want to ask her about it because it seems awkward, and I wouldn’t normally talk to a stranger anyway.

 

I spend the rest of the afternoon writing in my journal, even though by the end of the day I view what I write as ink scribbles now as it’s just a bunch of words which I realized I can’t organize as soon as I write them. While searching my bag for my toothbrush and toothpaste as I begin to get tired, I open the tiny pocket in my bag. Inside is something I forgot I packed; the “love fairy dust jar” I got at the Witch’s Faire. I only wore that thing the day after the faire before forgetting about it, I forgot I packed it for my holiday trip. Back then, the reason why I talked myself into not wearing the necklace is because I’m pretty sure I don’t want a boyfriend, but while looking at the rose colored sparkles, I remember learning about the different types of love in Spell Casting. Even so, I’m still worried that the magic of this necklace would give me a boyfriend.

 

Also in the tiny pocket are a few of the Fortune Suckers which I decided to pack just in case I wanted to eat one. While I packed them, I asked my A+ roomate Gabi if they’d go bad, but she responded that they never go bad.

 

I pick up a cherry red fortune sucker. “Malissa,” I ask facing her on the bed on my right, “do you know how these candies work?”

Malissa blows her moist brown bangs away from her face in thought, “They’re supposed to give you a certain blessing. I’m pretty sure each color gives a different blessing. Maybe the red one you’re holding is the love one?”

 

I decide to put the candy on my nightstand and carefully extinguish my candle lantern. I lay on my bed not thinking too much about the candy.

 

 

 

I awaken in the dark, silent room. I usually like to go to the bathroom when I get up in the middle of the night, so I exit the bed and enter the hallway that is blacker than the bedroom. I use the flashlight spell I learned to create a small, blurry golden glow on the palms of my hands. I last remember the bathroom door to be the first door to my right after entering the house, but when I confidently open the stained glass arch door in this location and step in, I almost trip because the door led to a downstairs staircase to a pitch black basement.

 

While wondering the dark halls with the glow in my palms searching for the bathroom, I hear a door creek open. Camille stands outside the door with her eyes almost shut and wearing loose, pink pajamas.

“Sorry!” I stay to her while jumping back startled, “I was just having trouble finding the bathroom!”

“It’s fine.” Camille says with a large yawn, “I think the bathroom is at the north wing right now.”

Camille leads me to the north wing which is the opposite end from the main entrance. I know I’ve never been in this area of the house before because the only rooms I visited other than what I thought was the bathroom was the guest room and the kitchen. Camille opens the door in the center of the wing, which is the bathroom door.

“Thanks,” I say, “I thought the bathroom was at the opposite end of the house.”

“It probably was.” Camilla tells me in a tired but friendly voice, “but you can’t expect a room here to stay in the same location forever.”

“Okay?” I question, “Um…thanks.”

While Camille slowly heads back to her bedroom, she faces me with her exhausted face and tells me, “There’s a poem in the bathroom when it’s in the center of the north wing that you might like.”

 

I head in the tiny bathroom and turn on the lights making the rose pink crystal wall and golden crystal floor glow brighter. While sitting on the toilet, I decide to look at the ceiling for that poem, which is bright blue, made of a crystal, and looks like it’s the ceiling of a pointed roof. But in the center of the ceiling, I notice gold sparkling swirly letters inscribing the poem Camille told me about;

 

The mind is a complex body,

Impacted by surroundings and people,

Instincts, some you follow, and some you don’t

But they come from experiences, people, but most importantly,

Dreams

Dreams are to be recognized,

Dreams are to be followed,

But only you can control what results in the end

 

I don’t consider this, interesting sounding poem after reading it. I wash my hands in the cool water and return to be peaceful sleeping room.

 

 

The first thing I think about when I open my eyes and see the bright day sun shining through the glass window to my room making the furniture more visible is the taste of a watermelon flavored Fortune Sucker. I rarely remember dreams, and when I do I usually forget them as soon as the day officially begins, but this is one dream which I want to remember. I lie down staring at the blank ceiling recalling the dream; it was simple, I ate the watermelon flavored Fortune Sucker, and immediately after, the blonde Aier that I recently thought was familiar, who turned out to be Lucie, said hi to me and mentioned that we went to kindergarten together. She even mentioned her friendship with Margie.

 

With the energetic and motivated feeling the dream gave me, I immediately pick up my almost blank star journal on my nightstand and quickly write down the dream.

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