The Dream

When Amelia checked her daughter, Liza had been asleep for an hour. Amelia removed the things in bed to make Liza more comfortable.

"Sweet dreams my little daughter. Goodnight," Amelia whisper to her daughter before living. "Soñar la verdad, Señorita. La sueño de realidad." (To dream the truth, young lady. Dream the reality.)

She blew some kind of dust from her hand to her daughter. Her father had given it to her to seek the truth using dreams. After that, she left the room once she ensured that her daughter will be able to sleep well.

In Liza's dream, everything was dull black that turned to colorful surroundings and then she saw her mom and dad. She enjoyed watching how her parents enjoyed their teenage life in land full of wonder and happiness.

The next one, she saw was her grandfather Nicolas. He was with Amethyst and Amelia. Amelia was a toddler then and they looked the same. Her grandparents were both witches and into practice of sorcery and magic but they only used it for good doings.

"Do you want some magic, Amy?" Amethyst ask her daughter.

"Yes, mama!"

"Little Amy, come here beside me while your mom cleans the house," Nicolas said. Amelia approached her father and looked at her mother. Amethyst waved her hand and all the cleaning materials start to move as if it has own lives. Once she's done, she waved her hand and the things once alive became lifeless. She winks at her daughter and the interior of their house suddenly change the color and the style. The covers of their sofas, carpets and curtains changed as well. Amelia was clapping her hands with amazement.

Liza was so happy that she was able to see her grandparents. Her grandmother had a long dark brown wavy hair that fell up to her waist. She had a fair skin, green eyes and red lips. Her smile never ends and her voice enlightened everyone's moods. Her grandfather was tall with lighter complexion as compared to Amelia. He had toned muscles, and black orbs. Nicolas and Amethyst were completely different because he never shown his emotion unlike his wife. Being a leader, he had to maintain his composure even around his family but he was trying to softened to them especially to his children.

After seeing her grandparents, Liza's dream started to fade until it become blank and she dreamed nothing more that night.

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Meanwhile, Mike was drifting in his sleep. He was perspiring and shouting. His dream was more of a nightmare but it was his father' s way to tell him how they survived. Creating a dream is one of his father's skills.

Mike saw many vampires drinking fiercely from humans while werewolves tearing the fleshes of their prey mercilessly. He noticed a group of vampire and a pack of white wolves who were trying to stop the massive murdering of their own kind to preserve humans. Blood and corpses were everywhere.

Mike remembered that his father used to tell a story of war called War of Dark because dark creatures are trying to over power humans and one another because of greediness and how Zander met Lilliana because of this war. His dream was the same as what his father was telling when he was a child from the start until his parents met.

Mike noticed that the group of vampire trying to stop the war was his own clan. He immediately recognized his grandfather Alberto who was so young and that time, Zander was not yet born.

Mike saw ruins and corpses of different creatures. In his fear, he tried to run to Alberto but his surroundings started to change as he approached his grandfather. He realized that he was in a manor. He heard a cry of a baby and followed the sound in a large room. He entered the room quietly and went to the crying baby.

"Uhhaaa! Uhhaaa!"

"Ssshh! Sleep little angel. Your father will soon be here."

Mike looked up and saw a beautiful young lady. He tried to touch her but he failed. His hand just passed her like a light. He was like a ghost but no one could see him.

He walked around the room and went to another room inside it. The room was a study room. It had a table in the mid-end of the room near a window. At the left side of the room hang a large portrait of Alberto and the woman he saw a while ago and at the right side was a bookshelf attached to the wall. The were sofa set at the middle of the room.

He stared at the portrait for a long time. He was fascinated at the beauty of his grandmother and the alluring smile of his grandfather. They were a picture of perfect couple. He approached the picture when an engraved characters caught his eyes.

"Prince Alberto and Princess Cassandra. Dec. 15, 1465! This painting is very old!", he exclaimed. A wind suddenly blow and a piece of paper hit his face. It was from a calendar. "What! February 20, 1620! What the hell is going on!"

Afterwards. He heard another voice from the large room.

"The prince had arrived. He is requesting the presence of the princess and the baby at the lounge."

Mike followed Sandra to the lounge area. Sandra hugged Alberto while the baby was on her hand. Alberto kissed his wife and son.

"I brought another set of food. You must be hungry. I went to hunt after going to the war."

"Thank you!" Sandra gave her husband a peck in his lips and gave the baby to him. She shifted her attention to the girl who was crying in fear.

"Don't worry. I won't kill you," she said smiling to the girl. "It won't hurt if you cooperate."

She immediately sunk her teeth at the curve of the neck of the girl. At first, the girl screamed in fear and winced but Sandra was able to stop her. After satisfying her thirst, she pulled out her teeth and tended the wound. She called a maid to look after the girl and she even let the girl to stay until she fully gained her strength and health.

"Guard! Bring the girl to the women's quarters. Tell the Dame to clean her wounds and give her nourishment," Sandra ordered.

Mike was terrified on what he saw. He run away from the lounge that he don't know where to go that suddenly a pair of strong hands stopped him that awakened him and brought him to reality.

"Michael!" his father shouted at him. " I though you overcome that sleeping habits of yours!"

"No! It can't be... It's not true!" Mike continued to scream.

"Michael Alejandro! Wake up!"

"Father? Huhuhu! I saw grannie drinking from a human and and -" he was panting. Zander hugged him and he continued to cry like a child. He never felt so weak before after witnessing those scenarios.

"It is our nature and you do not have to fear that. Had you seen your mother?" Zander briefly explained.

"When are you born?"

"I was born during the last year of War of Dark. March 16, 1619. You should sleep more, son. It's 2 in the morning. You have a day ahead of you later. You need more rest. And try not to wake the whole mansion."

Zander left his son to sleep once again and called his wife and told him that he used his power of retrocognition thru dreams. Mike slowly drifted to sleep after a few minutes..