Chapter 5.

There was no sound.

There was nothing, except for my breathing that quickened as I woke up. I was in complete darkness. I looked down at first and my bracelet was gone... It couldn't be.

The word of that old woman came back at me.

" This will continue until she becomes like them. This will never stop, Kamaria doesn't belong to you alone. She belongs to them too. They will never stop calling for her."

She was called to help me with my strange dreams that would have me waking up screaming yet there would be no trace of it in my memory. That was what she had to say. She spoke to my papa privately but I managed to intrude their conversation and listened carefully from behind the curtains. My papa kept it away from everybody else, he knew that would make people come up with theories and a possible rebellion, my people were very sensitive to stuff like this.

The bracelet stopped the dreams... It made me normal.

It sucked to be alone, especially in this darkness. I didn't know the meaning of this... It was just a bad dream that I would wake up from. I was sure of it. I closed my eyes.

It's all a dream.

I kept saying it until it became one.

I kept my eyes shut but with my ears, I listened to the details of my surroundings. I listened to how the silence was replaced by footsteps and wings slapping against the air. I heard breaths that weren't mine. I was riding on a camel that bleated and took a few unsteady steps that sent us in motions that could land us on the ground.

Us...

My head rested against somebody's chest, I could tell the person's jaw was right above my head as I laid still. I waited a few whiles before taking action, I elbowed the person. Hard enough that it sent him flying on the floor. The camel bleated as I got hold of the rope attached to its mouth to steady it.

"There, okay. Calm down." I was able to get it to a stop.

He was the same man that I met at the Market of the South. Only this time, he looked more of an idiot than he did before. I looked down at the wound in my stomach. There was no trace of a scar. My blood began to boil with anger as I looked at him.

How dare he?

My bracelet agitated wildly, almost as if it was going to cut through my wrist.

" If you calm down, it will stop."

I breathed in and out just like my dad had taught me.

It's alright.

I repeated it to myself until I bought into the lies that it would be alright.

" How do you know about that bracelet? And what's that sword for?"

" I'm a spirit hunter, almost like a witch hunter." He walked towards me. I laughed a little. Spirits weren't real and neither were witches. To even think that they lived among us was ridiculous.

" You hunt spirits?" I said it with a little amusement.

" That is pretty much my job description... About the bracelet, I don't know a lot besides the fact that it anchors you to this world." I looked around me. The son was dying out, I was in the middle of nowhere.

I laughed again.

What a nice setting to talk about the unseen world.

" If you don't believe me, take it off. I can almost promise you that you would be as good as dead." It was a dare... On any normal day, I would take the dare but this time something stopped me. This was stupid. I had better things to worry about.

" Take me back to the market." He frowned.

" At this time? Are you sure? With witches roaming around?"

" Talking about safety when I'm standing in front of the very man who stabbed me! You and your witches can pack your bags for hell." I pulled the rope to the camel, and it began walking.

"Wherever you go be safe because I think they are looking for you. Careful, Princess."

His voice got lost at the back of my head the further I got away from him. I found myself in the middle of nowhere with the moon leading my way to who knew where. I was so close to getting my plan together. Now I was stuck in the middle of nowhere.

The wind began getting stronger and stronger, lifting the sand as it grew stronger. Blinding my sight. I placed my hand before my eyes to protect my sight. Well, I wasn't the only one disturbed by this wind. The camel began groaning weakly and moving backward.

As I lowered my hand, I realized that the wind was not that strong anymore and there was less sand being carried in the wind. In the midst of all that, I saw a figure. I didn't know if it was because of my distorted sight. I couldn't make out what her face looked like.

The figure began moving towards me, I pulled the rope of the camel's mouth but it felt like it was stroke by lightning.

"Move, move!" I began kicking it on the sides with both my feet but it couldn't move. My hands got sweaty, it was like coming face to face with my nightmares. The moonlight shone onto her face, she was the ugliest being I had ever seen. Her eyes were milky white, her face decorated with dark drawings. She was clothed with a black long robe and a snake-like belt around her waist. Her long nails were pointy and curved towards the end. She lifted her arms towards me, a crippling smile came to life and exposing perfectly arranged white teeth.

"The last vect-" I gasped with horror as blood spewed out of her mouth, I could see the end of a sword coming out of her abdomen. Her eyes turned black and she fell on the ground, his body was stained with the blood. He held the word like it was heavy with who knew what. His smirk was dismaying and made my skin crawl with horror.

His eyes.

They were no longer just dark. They became grey, the type of grey that lit up in darkness. There was a white pattern that began drawing itself on his torso, the writings were in a different language. It made use of symbols. The symbols lit up one after the other, sprinkled across the surface of his torso, some making their way up to his thick neck.



Who the hell was he?