Chapter I

Conquest?

Hey, how's it going? I must admit I'm nervous writing these letters, my last letters while sane. I'm Charlotte

How to start?

That's the question I started asking myself so you can understand how your story goes, I found no better solution than to start with the reason why I do all this. The reason why I am so fond of you. A little space from my perspective so you can understand the causes of my actions. An opening of how we met.

August 16, 2019.

I woke up, sweat was pearmeting my body, my agitated breathing was present as in almost all my "dreams". But something was different, this time, I couldn't move. And how did I know? I tried to get up and go to get some water or eat and to my "gratifying" surprise my legs were not responding. I also tried to speak and not a fucking word came out of my mouth. I tried moving my arms and as expected there was no response. All I could do was open or close my eyes. So since I wasn't moving, I was a monolith glued to my bed, I closed my eyes and decided to go back to sleep as much as I could, considering I've alredy slpet about eight hours, I've never had so much time to sleep.

Then, with no other options, sleep came by and by and I simply lost myself in what my imagination, memories or what I had is store for me this time.

Already inside my hypnosis, my actions became blurred or should I say sincere, I can never lie to myself in my dreams. The notion of the time sank into the depths of oblivion. Ande the possible scenario that would touch me that could terry or enchant me became present, that scenario was already a story I knew and this scenario knew me even though it was the first time I was in this specific dream, I alredy knew the role I should fulfill or should take for it, I felt that this dream I alredy knew or it was simply an extra instinct in me. But his time something was different, this time the characters that were supossed to be there were not present or at least that's what i felt. Nothing is as it should be. And how was I sure? For it was my mind and head that was a participant in it, I just knew because it is my dream.

Desperation played an important role in this period...

I searched an searched, but found nothing. I was alone and that wasn't the part that terrified me, my breathing altered, panic was slowly consuming me. It wasn't the date or the time for me to show up, it was half a year away, today was not the "repeat".

— Wake up. — I oredered myself in the dream, I was desperate, I had to open my damn eyes, I must not stay here, no! NO!

My breath was escaping my body in terror, my eyes were blurring, I wasn't like before and it was eating me up.

— Come on, Charlotte. — I said to myself once again, encouraging myself.

Waking up in these moments is not an option, it is an obligation. But I could not wake up, the opportunity was not offered to me like the previous times.

I breathed in and out three times, my tears would not stop, so I had no choice but to curl and hug my legs. I thought I was being watched, it made every hari on my body stand on end, my trembling lips were caught by teeth, the strength in my legs dissipated as my heary pounded, my breathing was sharp.

I had to calm my fears! He looks at them, feels them, smells them, and manipulates them!

Some time after he had not appeared, I managed to stop those salty drops, I began to look at the landscape that the dream offered me. A waterfall of clear water with intense yellow colors in the background. A light green hill, with stones of strange shapes.

I approached the waterfall, caught by the colors at the bottom. I reachen in and pulled out a small stone of an intense yellow color and somewhat heavy.

— Did you know that before the conques of the Spaniards in America? The rivers and lakes were full of gold. The fascinated Spaniards called it the "Dorado". — A strange and intrusive voice announced. That made me alert, I had my back turned, perhaps Fóvos already arrived. I had to keep calm.

— Yes, I least I know it. — I remembered those days of studying in the dark, being watched, being a prisioner for reasons I didn't know and the worst thing was I thought it was normal.

— The interesting thing is that the Spaniards deceived the Indians. They took advantage by saying. "All gold for mirrors". — Look at that boy, he had wavy black hair a little long with a few hairs on his forehead and a very pretty nose, but appearances can be deceiving.

— I knew that too. — I reafirmed with a fake smile of relief.

— I'm glad, now I know you study. — He said, looking at me.

— The Indians were deceived by their reflection. They had never seen their own face. They did not go near the lakes, rivers or waterfalls, thinking that by looking at the water for so long, their God would trap them to keep their souls and turn them into gold. — He explained while still gazing at me.

— I like you, but who are you? — I hesitated, still keeping my eyes on the water falling from the waterfall, it was so mesmerizing, however, my attention on him did not dissipate, in fact, I kept vigilant.

Then I understood two things, one I was looking at the water for more tha five minutes which was not good, I was little dizzy, it was not safe and the second that this person should not be here.

—Thanks for the warning handsome, but what are you doing here? You shouldn't be in this place—He smiled broadly. I had read in a book that saying "handsome" to a guy being a woman had an effect that stunned them and made them tell the truth, I was trying to use that method, in the book by the results seems very effective, I was checking that he is a guy, a normal person.

— No, no. The question here is why did I get here? — And well, he answered myquestion with another question, so he didn't fall in the technique or maybe when I said "handsome" it sounded very robotic, but now that doesn't matter, I needed the truth, it's the first time he is here or maybe he can be "Fóvos".

— Maybe it's my mind and you are a fictitious character created from my creativity or you are ...?— I guessed and approached pretending total confidence.

— Or maybe you are part of my mind and you area character developed by my head. — He contradicted me, fixing his gaze on me. That seemed very strange to me, so I came ven closer. There is something that the character of my mind coud never reject until now, that was a request or action of mine, after all it was "my" mind and my dream unless it is Fóvos. This whole world was created by me and my subconscious. Besides I would find out if he is Fóvos or not.

Once I was close to him, I put my arms around the boy's neck and approached his cheek. I closed my eyes and I couldn't! This method did not please me at all, I could not kiss him, he is handsome and all, but it was not my style, it affected my dignity for the most part, also it was not the only way to identify him, however, before I moved away from him, he embarrassedly stepped back.

—Wait, please. -Even in my dreams? You don't even know my name. Honey, you're going too fast. Rejected in my dream, well to be honest it was something new. So he can be Fóvos!

I immediately moved away and my gaze fixed on the black-haired man, it was time to attack if necessary, I analyzed him from head to toe, the feeling of impatience accelerated my heartbeat.

When could he change shape? I don't know, but there was one detail he mentioned that made me curious.

—Did you say "your dreams"? —I asked, anxious for a concrete answer and then I distanced myself.

—Yes, my dreams. — He affirmed.

— But this is my dream. And well you're supposed to be in my mind. Are you part of my imagination or are you this fucking nightmare. — I hesitated and tried to find an answer to this. We are two people dreaming about one thing, he rejected me, but he didn't have the aura and heaviness of Fóvos either, I mean I didn't sense it. I know a lot about dreams out of obligation, so it didn't take me long to find the solution to my doubts.

— I guess we are having "shared dreams". — He analyzed and thought apparently until he decided to speak.

— It sounds logical, because in my dreams no girl has ever thrown herself at me. There are simply no girls except for Lilith. — Whenever I hear "except" my mind creates thousands of theories or possibilities. People use those two words a lot to refer to a special person, something that they love, hate, exclude, traumatize or obsess over.

—Well, I'm the first in your dreams to throw herself at you like that except for "you exception". I'm Charlotte Sameire. Nice to meet you, I'm the one who will accompany you until this dream ends. —I introduced myself by extending my hand. As far as I could tell he held firm until we shook hands and he introduced himself as well.

—So Charlotte, why did you try to kiss me? — He asked bluntly.

—What can I say, I thought I was dealing with a guy created by my imagination. And you know I'll tell you the truth, it was a method to make you confess the truth and get "stunned", I read it in a book. —I confessed, now I knew those cheap tricks wouldn't work, but I had to try. Leonard laughed too hard and smiled.

— Well, for your consolation Charlotte, you were the first girl who tried to kiss me in a dream and you'll probably be the last. —I laughed obligingly.

— What a bad consolation, practice at it if you want to console Lilith when necessary. — His smile vanished and a grimace replaced it instead.

— No, the difference is that I know how to comfort Lilith, I hardly know you beautiful. -I looked at Leonard, if that method I tried didn't work. — I feel sorry for Lilith, if that's your way of comforting her. -Leonard sat down next to me. — The best thing about it isn't the consolation, it's what comes after. -My face got a future wrinkle from that comment.

— What comes next? — I asked.

— It's not what you're thinking, you bad thinker. — She said feigning surprise, also flashing a flirtatious smile. It wasn't even what I thought. He's a bit of an irritating guy.

— What comes next is a discussion and with it sincerity.

— I think it's great that you like honesty, I guess you're one of those people that if you're betrayed you never forgive. — He shook his head in denial. — No, I am one of those people who forgives, but trust is lost forever, trust never returns.

Leonard said.

— I think it's perfect. -I thought after thinking for a few seconds.

— It's my turn to guess, I guess you're one of those girls who forgive and maybe forget. — He guessed. I shook my head emphatically and explained.

— Well, your assumption is wrong. I find it hard to forgive and I can even hate, depending on the level at which it affected me, the relationship we had and if it affected someone I loved. Sometimes I would not like to hate, but it comes in my being. It comes in me, even though I wouldn't like to stoop so low as to hate someone, I do. It's my lack of self-control. — Leonard smiled and said.

— I think that's perfect.

I got up from the floor. And my eyes met Leonard's.

— Yes, I think it's perfect too.— I said.

He remained seated on the floor and asked.

— How can you get bored of a person? — I searched for the answer for a few seconds and found the answer to my mind.

— You can never get bored of someone, there is always something they hide or you don't know. You think you get bored of a person when you live in routine with that person and they always do the same thing. That answer can be a solution or recommendation. — Leonard lay down on the grass and let out a sigh.

— What's the matter, champ, broken heart? — I asked. So that rather handsome guy, apart from having a broken heart, had more problems to deal with. I didn't ask any more questions and preferred to keep silent. We've barely spoken so it would be awkward and I'm not interested in his life either.

I find it interesting to share dreams, but we will probably never have a shared dream again and Leonard may even be from another country and speak another language since it is said that the language of dreams is universal.

"Broken heart" apparently those two words had made a great effect on him, he could see how his mood faded like the sound of the drops ending their freedom colliding with the water current. Then he gave a slight sigh and gave me a melancholic look accompanied by a smile that hurt everyone who saw it because it was one of farewell.

— So the young lady has no delicacy? — I sighed wearily and irritated and looked into her eyes.

— Yes, I have no delicacy, my words are not measured once they come out. And that's good because the word honesty is part of my whole being, don't you think?

He quickly erased his smile.

— I'm surprised you're direct, and you make a good point about not being delicate. — I puffed out my chest in pride.

— That's right, I guess you must have good points too, maybe it's good that we share dreams. And don't be him, don't be...— I quickly cut my words, if I named him so often in my dreams he was likely to appear. So in order not to let the words loose I continued.

— Anyway, why do you think that, among so many people in the world, we have to share dreams? It would be good to look for theories. — Leonard seemed surprised by my question.

Then, determined to answer me, he parted his lips and tried to speak, but no words could be heard. His mouth moved, but produced no sound, he seemed to be on mute, he spoke, but I did not hear him.

I woke up, this time without sweat, but with a strange sensation running through my body.