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With each mile that he passed with his car his anger turned from fury to a blinding fire to a pitch black pit of chaos. And yet the pitch black chaos was too small a word as further ahead he went, until there he stood in front of ‘Manerium Somniorum’
The manor of dreams.
Standing at the gates his anger dissipated to a form of fear and melancholy. Christian knew it like he knew the back of his hand that these emotions were his. Whatever he was feeling was an aftermath of what the manor was listening in on. The walls were screaming the story that unfolded between their bricks as the windows tried to leap open, over powered by the yearning need for some kind of a void. An escape from what unfolded. 
The gate of the manor seemed barred from reality. Acutely preoccupied by the nightmare. Participating and escaping every word the manor screamed. Time did not exist beyond these gates. No what was left behind was simply the shadow of broken hearts.
With each second that passed Christian watched a darkness descend upon the manor as thick mists of clouds and shadows formed. Untouched was the reality outside the gate but inside Manerium Somniorum dreamed. 
Dreamed of a heartbroken man. Echoed of an unquenchable thirst. Begged for her return. Pulling every reality into it in its desperation, whispering and moaning Christian or anyone that dared to watch to enter. Enter their dream. Dream their love. And bathe in their despair as a symphony lulled Christian into a heavy sleep. With each ticking minute the manor seemed to draw further and further away, without even realizing his eyes had closed and his body was mesmerized by her. 
By them.
It played out again like a song, starting with a verse. A look. A pair of eyes. A shadow. As translucent darkness shone brightly around a man and interlaced with his soul. And there she stood. It was her form and her face and yet her eyes betrayed who she was. A conscious thought metaphored into her existence, standing right there under the soft glow of his lantern. Christian was the prince and the prince was chaos as their fell in love for the first time. As their skin felt the fleeting graze of her smile and their ears heard the soft whisper of her gown tease the ground. 
There all three souls stood as one falling in love with the same form and yet a different woman. 
"We were never meant for tomorrow ..." 
She said with a trembling voice as her hand reached out for his, so close and yet much like their fates all there was between them were dreams.

Unveiled (MLL)

Athena looked up, a scared expression masking her eyes as she watched the word painted on the wall, heard their voices echo in her mind. The image of her pounding on her wall merely moments ago, began to form in her mind, almost as if she watching herself. Watching her eyes glaze as her mind lost itself in a memory that she knew will happen and yet had already happened. Her paradoxical fold of time.

She watched as she drew blood from the side of her palm. She heard the blood rushing faster through her veins as a bitter taste coated her tongue. Something evil was taking over her body. Between the loud pounding and the voices of her memory, she heard another soft whisper.

The crumpled creature's desperate voice laced between all the sounds. So soft that one could easily miss it. She heard it begging in her ear.

"Taljack... Ouri…Taljack Ouri… Taljack…."

"Salma Perctio Ouri … Perctio Ouri"

"Kimis Ouri tastio sijack girmins"

"Salma… Salma ….Salma …"

The creature began to take form of a shadow. She felt the creatures fangs scrape against her neck. Felt its fingers touch her skin. Fear began to form in her heart as it leapt faster still.

She felt the ground shake under her as the creature's eyes began to form. Bile began to rise in her throat and the bitter taste got stronger. With each feature, she got more and more scared and the ground became more and more unstable.

Until she felt him again. She felt warm and safe as musk surrounded her.

Almost seeing his smile in front of her closed eyes.

The image of the creature began to fade slowly.

Until it was completely gone and only the smell of musk remained.

As she felt, his arms wrap around her waist, pulling her body close to him.

She felt his thighs brush against her side, felt his chest rise and fall against her head. His warmth and love surround her.

"There's nothing to be scared my love."

"I have loved you before I even understood love."

"Is it because I was created to save you?"

"It's because I have loved the ghost of you. Why are all our conversations to bizarre?"

"I don't know. Can I open my eyes?"

"Will I ever be ready according to you?"

"Please don't leave just yet. Stay the night with me. Hold me all night long. I am scared she will come back."

"Quoting me now …" Athena whispered with a smile.

Christian felt her breath get more even as her head rested against his chest. Just as he thought she fell asleep she asked, "Will you read that book to me?"

Chapter 29