that same dream
Again, the same dream... like from when I was at the mansion in Berlin, in Spreepark, a vision or a dream... a distant dream... like a distant memory....A far-off soul..
I dont know where my consciousness ended, and my dreams began, but somewhere along the way I found myself in black with a large mirror in front of me and nothing else. Literally, I was surrounded by a black forest; the only mirror was attached to a tree, perhaps by hanging? Perhaps a door? A door that was a mirror? I asked the world around me, would Nox be out here?
Or am I alone? I examined the mirror, and I saw myself inside,e and I was shocked.ed I looked the same, no older than I was now, but my clothes and makeup- I had blood under my eyes, what looked like markings and symbols down my bare arms and shoulders and wrists; my chest and stomach were covered by a thin but hard leathery armor, fingerless gloves, bracelet.s I had a
shield on my left arm and a sword held in my other my necklace was not a pentacle but chainmail with a large pendant of the symbol of TYR, which was pretty much an A T mixed with an arrow. But everything was me; my eyes were emerald green, and my hair, the dark reddish brown burgundy, was the term for those who know colors. I looked at this person in the mirror and reached out with my left hand and touched the mirror, and the me inside the mirror touched my hand, and when they touched, some runes appeared to glow in the middle of the mirror, then vanished, translated into English.h “To thine own self be true, / And it must follow,
as the night the day, / Thou canst not then be false to any man.” I recognize this quote from Hamlet. I did this while studying at the institute, and I remember Hamlet was one of my favorites. Ironically, it was a story from the prince of Denmark, and we just happened to be headed there. “But what is about this mirror?” I asked, and yet when I realized I was still touching the mirror and the words were just glowing there, I took my hand away, and it suddenly spiderweb fractured and started to bleed black. Was it ink? Was it blood? A mix of both? I couldn’t tell, but in that moment, the fractures formed all the way around and centered on the small middle left side, where suddenly a doorknob jutted out with a globe handle with a
black widow center. “What will happen if I turn it? Will the spider bite me? Reached out and hesitantly grabbed it, and it was cool to the touch. That’s when I found it was loose; it wasn’t locked. It clicked when I turned it. It was unlocked; that’s when I did the unthinkable without questioning it. I turned it, and the mirror inside, with all its fractures and bleeding, seemed to freeze, and when I rotated the door, the outline of the mirror became the door itself, and when I opened it, it was empty. I looked over into it, and suddenly the door closed itself on me, trapping me behind the fractured mirror I woke with a start in a cold sweat as my head and upper body swung upwards as I prepared for war and found that there was a ringer on Aimee’s phone and I looked over and it said “judas” and I nodded and pressed the button to ignore now I
know what your asking “we thought you werent allowed technology? You said the quote was “if we can be seen we can be targeted” that was true but after both Robin and Alexis admitted that the VATICAN wasnt hunting us and Judas wasnt actually using me as a fugitive i dont see why we cant use what technology we had at our disposal the regio uses magic to hunt us, the different levels of enemies arent going to bother tapping our phones to get us we’ve passed that point so while we were out I got myself a phone on recommendation of Aimee and the others too basic ones ones for communication with each other likely ones that couldnt pick us up if there wsa a situation that we were being tailed. The one I was looking at, Aimee, who left her phone on the table close to my ear, was telling me it was just after 8:45 am. I looked around, and I was back in
one of the many hotels. I sat up fast and looked around; my younger self screamed at me that something was wrong, but I ignored it. I felt my heartbeat in my head. I reached for the can by the bed- a can of venom. I needed the caffeine to wake up, and I looked over in time for Aimee’s face to be peeking at me, and I blinked. “AH Shit Aimee, I thought you were sleeping next to me.” She raised her hands and put them on her hips. “Excuse me, boytoy, but I’ve been up since 7:00 a.m ” I nodded and said, “I was talking in my sleep, wasn’t I?” She scowled and said, ” Maybe... come on, lazybum, it’s time for breakfast. Judas and Kali made pancakes.” I looked over at the mirror on the wall, pointing at me. I had the sharp eyes of a hunter, someone who’s seen death and survived it. I can’t help but see experience in those eyes, a dark emerald gaze under long burgundy-haired locks. I turned away as Aimee was in the bathroom brushing her teeth. Images
of the past 5 10 years came to me. I met Aimee in Rome at a sandwich shop and then met her again after I was accused of a bomb threat at the Vatican. It was after that my family all met up: Judas, Selena, Kali, Sarah, and Aimee. Then again, the catalyst for that was that the reaper called for my soul; that’s not true. I never met the reaper. I was struck by a beam from the gorgon’s mirror and transported into the mirror and into deep sleep, and woke up in the tombs of heresy, a jail cell in the hellverse where Selena and Kali had to rescue me, where Selena killed Kali and then resurrected her, and in that I had to deal with the devil, the fallen angel from the abyss, Abaddon.CALEB!! I woke from my thoughts, and I realized I was still holding the can of venom energy and staring at the mirror. I was still in bed in my boyshorts and bare feet, and bare chest. I looked down at my necklace; it was a pentacle, a Symbol of magic inheritance.
Like someone once said, “You don’t want to know what it takes to get this’
