Catching the Wind: Book 2

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It's been three weeks. Dagon has learned that I'm addicted to hot chocolate, and I've learned that Dagon can't be inside for too long.

Everythingís good. Well mostly. If not for the dreams that have started. Every night, even with Dagon's warm embrace, I can't seem to get rid of them. Like tonight.

I lay there against the horse's back, but something wasn't right.

I don't know how long it took, but the next thing that came out of my mouth was Dagon's name. Yelled of course. Then panic tightened my chest when he never responded or came.

The forest was dark, the animals were asleep and I was left alone. I think I was.

There were unknown eyes that watched me.

Gasping awake, I turned quickly against the warmth that was Dagon. In a sleep-like state he pulled me close, feeling my unease. I relaxed some knowing he was there with me. When I took in a deep, full breath, his scent enveloped me. Calming, I fell asleep.

The next night was exactly the same, and it felt long and drawn out.

The panic came again, and I could smell the horse's coat inches away from my nose. I was lying against his neck again, his coat gleaming white in the otherwise eerie forest. As the horse shifted his weight and started walking forward, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dagon as still as a dead man, lying on the ground.

I called his name, instinctively knowing I've tried before.

I needed Dagon with me, before those eyes that bore into me, took him too.

Flustered, I woke with a cold sweat running down my spine, and my teeth were clinched shut as if it was the only way to keep out the evil dreams.

When my eyes came into focus, I saw Dagon watching me with sleepy, understanding eyes. Throwing the heavy comforter off, my toes found the carpet, and I left, walking to the bathroom.

The water splashed my face, and the more I woke up the less afraid I was of falling back into the same dream. The light was on in the bathroom and as I glanced into the dark room I shivered. It was too dark in there.

I stood at the sink with my shoulders hunched, trying to decide whether I should go back to bed. I knew if I went back I would just sit there, the darkness pressing in, feeling the cold air against my thighs until sunrise. In moments I could feel Dagon's presence at my tense back.

I wouldn't look at him.

"Bad dream, again?"

For an instant my eyes flickered to his. "Nightmare."

Almost at the same time, we both sighed. Dagon's sigh understood and mine was more like trepidation -- shaky.

"It's okay," Dagon spoke against my ear, and his arms wrapped around the front of my shoulders, pulling me close. I could feel my hair tickle my cheek. "Do you want some hot chocolate? We can leave the bedroom for a little while. If you want we can talk...about anything."

I breathed out through my nose -- loudly in the quiet room -- and let my head fall back against his shoulder. I nodded. It didnít take long for Dagon to carry me to the love seat and wrap a blanket around my body. I settled in with unease on the perimeter of my consciousness. It was too dark -- still.

Dagon looked into my eyes, "five seconds," he turned the lights on...all of them.

Gods I love him.

Dagon was back in seconds it seemed, maybe because I had stared off into space for a moment, and he handed me the warm mug of chocolate. I looked up and smiled my thanks as he came to sit on the other side of the couch.

As he sat, I extended my legs -- wrapped in the blanket -- so they rested on his thighs. He rested a hand on my shins. It all just felt very right in that moment, and I couldn't help but smile behind my mug.

Looking down into the hot chocolate I paused before taking a sip. "Ice cube?"

"Two," Dagon responded with a knowing smile, making my toes curl and my stomach flutter.

I liked it when he made me react. That felt right, too.

"So," Dagon stated, fixing me with a steady gaze. "Do you want to talk about them?"

It took me a long time to respond. In that time, I had leaned the side of my body against the back of the couch and had given my mug to Dagon to set down.

I shook my head.

Dagon understood but still said, "You can tell me anything, Camira. Just know that. I'm here for you...always."

My eyes got damp but surprisingly my voice was clear and strong. "I know." Knowing that he wasnít comfortable with that answer, I expanded as much as I could without remembering completely. "All of them are the same, but they're too dark to relive."

He breathed out his nose, and sighed, "Okay." It wasn't a disappointed sound. More like thinking about how to distract me. Something I was very thankful for.

"Okay, I got one," Dagon spoke after a moment, fixing me with a stare. "Tell me about your sisters."

"Oh, okay." I was surprised he would ask that, but I shouldn't have been. Dagon's part of the family now, it would help to know something about each of them.

"Okay, Kallan." I paused trying to figure out what to tell first. "Kallan's the oldest and the mother figure, so to speak. But when I say mother figure I mean full out. She has taken care of us ever since we left our real mother. Kenna left first and we followed. We all promised once that we would stick together no matter what. we are.

"Anyway...Kallan's the one who keeps us together -- all four of us. She's like the one who holds us, so none of us fall away. Kaia, Kenna and I could be considered the weak links. We all love each other but we have a distant relationship between the three of us. More so with the other. Kallan holds us together. If she were gone we would all fall apart." I finished with a shoulder shrug.

"She's the nymph of water, and can heal anyone physically. That's pretty rare for nymphs of water. Honestly we all expected her to find her mate first. I remember Kenna feeling bad about it once."

Dagon raised a single eyebrow.

"No, seriously," I finished. "The next oldest is Kaia."

Recognition brightened Dagonís face in the already lit room.

"Seems like you've meet her?"

He nodded.

"Yeah, she can come off as cold and distant. She used to be fun and easy to talk with. We donít really know what happened," I said shaking my head. "Over the years, after we left our mother, and everyone else, she shut us out. We hope, for everyone's sake, that her mate can pull her out of it. We think her cold attitude has to do with leaving the village. I don't think she even realizes she's cold, really. Kaia just slid into that role." Sighing I moved on, Dagon gave me the mug and I took a drink, "Kenna, is next."

Dagon smiled, expressively.

"Yeah, I don't think she needs much explaining." Pausing I tried to figure out how to sum up the meeting of her mate. "So, Kenna's the nymph of fire. She used to live down in the underworld, but she has a human mate...Calder. They actually both met in the underworld because he...was being tortured."

Dagon's eyes widened.

I shook my head continuing. "None of us know why he was sent there, not even Kenna." Moving on, I finished, "So she saved him and brought him to Kaiaís cave, and right now they're still living in one of her rooms. But he wasn't the man you probably saw earlier. He detested touch and she had to rehabilitate him. He got so bad that he would get sick in the beginning of the whole process." Finishing with Kenna's summarized story, I said, "they can't stop touching each other now," with a big smile on my face.

"And then there's me, the youngest...and you know me so...."

"Well, I still want to know something," Dagon smiled, ready to learn something about his mate.

"Ummm, well, I can understand animals in a sense."

"Yeah? Like how?"

"Well, the color of their aura tells me something. I can sense it on other supernatural creatures as well, but it's strongest with animals." I completed quickly.

Dagon smiled again, probably hearing the insecurity in the undertone of my voice. "I love you. You know that?"

I nodded, tucking my chin as I blushed.

Looking at my half empty mug of lukewarm liquid chocolate, Dagon asked if I would drink the rest.

I shook my head, and he downed it in seconds.

Then Dagon gazed at the clock on the mantle, and I followed his eyes. Knots formed low in my stomach. He looked back into my eyes, and I knew he felt the unease.

He asked anyway, “There’s two hours left of the night, you think you can sleep?”

For a minute I glared at the direction of our room. I shook my head still looking in that direction.

Dagon pinched my chin lightly and turned my head. Kissing me he whispered, “Its okay, I’ll stay with you.” Then he leaned and settled deeper into the love seat.

I watched him, falling in love with him all over again, and watched some more as his face became thoughtful.

I leaned forward and grabbed his hand from my shins. “What?”

Dagon’s eyes connected with mine and they were bright with something.

All of the sudden Dagon was on his feet, my hand still in his. “Come on, I’ve got an idea.”

Then we were out on the porch, and I was in one of Dagon’s shirts and my legs were wrapped in a crisp breeze. Then I saw the endless darkness and I shivered. “Dagon, what are we doing out here?”

“Have you ever danced before?” He asked as he held his hand out -- standing off the the darkness.

I watched Dagon for a moment curious where he was going with this, but also afraid to step into the night. “You want to dance? Have you danced before, Dagon?”

He shook his head, with a slow smirk, just enough to let me see his answer, and then he said, “only with you,” in all seriousness.

My heart clinched and knotted up with different emotions, then released as I placed my hand inside his. I forgot about the obscurity for a moment as he brought me in the circle of his I asked, “Why just me?” Looking up, Dagon’s eyes changed, and I was caught in the beauty and love they held. "Because you're the only one, Camira. The one and only."

We started to sway in time with nature's music. After a long while, with our bodies pressed close and Dagon's chin resting on my head, his breath making my heart flutter, he asked me to sing. I was startled because I had been hiding my face in his chest. Hiding from the darkness that seemed to be closing in.

It's been a long time and we've come so far since the first and last time I was thrown into a musty cell. I looked up into the eyes that held my heart, the one who accepted me as a whole.

Nodding my head and exchanging looks of understanding, thanks, and love, I began to sing.

Let the bough break, let it come down crashing

Let the sun fade out to a dark sky

I can't say I'd even notice it was absent

'Cause I could live by the light in your eyes

I'll unfold before you

What I've strung together

The very first words

Of a lifelong love letter

Tell the world that we finally got it all right

I choose you

I will become yours and you will become mine

I choose you

I choose you


As I found my voice, strengthened by the power Dagon had to hold me in his arms, we began to dance -- not so perfectly -- across the forest floor. My bare feet mooshed into the dirt and tufts of grass while Dagon’s feet made a crunching sound. When I stumbled, Dagon caught me, and when he mis-stepped I giggled with forgiveness in between words of the song. I didn’t care that our first dance wasn’t perfect, but because it wasn’t the dance actually was. The dance was: perfect, goofy, lovely, heart warming, and reassuring all in one set of steps.

There was a time when I would have believed them

If they told me you could not come true

Just love's illusion

But then you found me and everything changed

And I believe in something again

Dagon kissed my blonde locks at that, and I heard his breath change into something I couldn’t quite understand.

My whole heart

Will be yours forever

This is a beautiful start

To a lifelong love letter

Tell the world that we finally got it all right

I choose you

I will become yours and you will become mine

I choose you

I choose you

I was looking into his eyes the whole time, and more than once I had to change the melody to hide the quiver in my voice. The love he portrayed through his eyes was just overpowering. It almost took my breath away; the breath I needed to sing with.

I could still feel the fear that tried to creep into my heart, and Dagon could see it.

Leaning down he whispered, “Look up.”

I did. And I saw the stars winking back at me.

"It's never dark, Camira. The darkness you feel is what is left behind. Dance with me and let it go."

So that's what I did. I danced with my mate until the sun reached the horizon, and the darkness disappeared.

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