Chapter 3: Dreams Of The Past
Daveigh was dreaming again, the same dream she had night after night after night… Seven angels battled a fierce crystal demon in the night sky, each of them with the same face. The demon was fast, and slew six with ease, tearing through them like paper, but then went straight for a house. In the house were a girl and her parents, and then blackness. She remembers the slightly blurred out face of the angel, and then he’s shouting… But then more blackness.
And then she woke up.
She was on a train, on her way to Thornville. Her guardian sat beside her, and smiled, and she smiled back at him.
Malachi “Peppers” Beaumont, the name of a half troll taken in by the daring witch, Ophelia Deadroses, Daveigh’s mother. He remembered the day. She took him in after she found him under the bridge where he was abandoned. It was as if Peppers had become her own blood. He’d sworn an oath to her, to protect her and her kin… And now, two years after Ophelia’s death, he sat with her only daughter, Daveigh Deadroses.
“Peppers, what are you thinking about?” The girl asked with her emerald eyes wide… He noted how closely they resembled her mother’s.
“Nothing important, Daveigh. You should sleep.”
“We’re on a train. Come on, how could I?”
“I have no idea why you’re so obsessed with this.”
“Because I’ve never been on one!”
“It’s a mundane experience… Tell me about that dream you had.”
“Same one I’ve had for a while. Pretty incoherent. Seven angels with the same face, a crystal demon… And there’s always a voice and a face but it’s faded. But it’s like I’ve forgotten something and my head is trying to piece it back together, except some of it is missing.”
“Or perhaps it’s just incoherent images fabricated by your mind.”
“I dunno. The thing is… It’s like they’re real. It’s really vivid. And it doesn’t change a lot. I mean, it’s weird to have the same dream twice, and mine come back just a little different every time. It starts the same way but it’s usually just different pieces of something.”
“That is strange.”
“Imagine it was like a prophecy. Maybe I’m the chosen one.”
“Gods help us if you’re the chosen one.”
“You’re so mean.”
“I am a troll.”
“Not that you look like it with that charm we cast on you. I’m sorry that you had to saw off your tusks again.”
“It’s no inconvenience, little one. They will grow back.”
“This whole trip is though… I’m sorry. I guess I just think that if I can go to my mom’s home town I can get closer to her. I hated losing her and dad. The thing is, I can’t really remember much about the night I lost them. So this is as close as I can get. Mom’s house. Her childhood home.”
“It’s alright, little one. I am curious as well.”
“Her old house is probably broken down.”
“Then we’ll fix it, little one.”
“There’s a school there.”
“That there is.”
“I think I want to enrol. Be around kids again, maybe fall in love and have a life, you know?”
“Perhaps join a cheerleading squad? Get a uniform and pom-poms?”
“Shut up.” Daveigh smiled. “I can’t wait. Mom and Dad met there.”