New Place

STORM

“We are here, Storm. Wake up.” That was Lent. He must think that I am still asleep, since my eyes are still shut, my face still facing the window. But I am not sleep. I don’t think I have been, for the past thirty minutes.

My mind had just refused to let go of the dream which I had just had. A dream that looked so real to be called a dream. It was like I was there. It was like I was the Prince, or rather in the Prince. Does that even make sense?

What was it all about? What could be the essence and interpretation?

The Prince, whosoever he is, had sounded so sad. A sadness that had been very tangible.

But what had he meant by sending them off to be killed? Why will he do that? Beasts and Demons? First, who were those people? Where did they come from? How come they can metamorphose from an owl fo a human? Are they even humans? And most importantly, why were they in my dreams?

I was confused. Confused as shit. I needed to see the angel. She might have an inkling about what is going