Catching the Wind: Book 2

By Madison DiMercurio All Rights Reserved ©

Romance / Fantasy

Four

Dagon

“I can’t do this any more, Ryes.” I told my best friend with a drink in my hand.

He had only walked in the room seconds ago and grabbed himself a drink from the bar as well. I was sitting on a big one-seater couch and he fell into one across from me.

“That bad, huh?”

I just raised my eyebrow and glanced at my drink. Yes, it was that bad.

Ryes sighed and asked, “Zane or the prisoner?”

I shook my head, not sure how to answer. Because the truth was, it was both. Zane had screwed with my nerves today, and Camira... I really don’t know what to say about her. She was so beautiful and I feel like I was pulled to her, like I couldn’t stay away.

“Oh no.”

“What?” I asked coming out of the daze I had just fallen into.

“You have that look on your face, like your being tortured over a choice you have to make.” He paused and then his eyes widened and he leaned forward,

“Your not leaving are you? We need you here, Dagon.”

“No, I’m not leaving.” But thinking about that now, it didn’t sound like such a bad idea. The way Ryes said it made me feel under pressure about staying all of the sudden.

“Please tell me I didn’t just give you an idea.” Ryes almost moaned.

“No, it's fine. I’m fine.” I paused and took a drink of the sharp smelling alcohol.

“Stop worrying about me.” I finished almost to sharply.

Ryes sat back once again and sighed. He took a drink himself, and hesitantly started to ask a question.

“So, who is she?”

I looked at him for a while not sure if I should tell the whole truth, or part of it, or just flat out lie. But I figured Ryes was my best and only friend. I didn’t try to keep much from him. “She’s a nymph.”

Ryes all of the sudden smiled and he had a light in his eye, like a little kid about to open a present.

“I’m gonna need more than that buddy. Details are needed.”

I sighed and got up, walking to the radio. I knew I was stalling. I think it was mostly because I didn’t know what to tell him first. Or should I even tell him at all?

As I turned on the radio a song was playing.

- Now and again we try

To just stay alive

Maybe we'll turn it all around

'Cause it's not too late

It's never too late

No one will ever see

This side reflected

And if there's something wrong

Who would have guessed it

I stopped listening for a second to give him part of my answer, “She’s a nymph of the wind. Her name's Camira.” Then I was pulled back to the song by the lyrics. I realized they started to ring true. Like someone was trying to speak to me.

To make you feel like

It's not too late

It's never too late

Even if I say

It'll be alright

Still I hear you say

You want to end your life

Now and again we try

To just stay alive

Maybe we'll turn it all around

'Cause it's not too late

It's never too late

“Oh, whoa. Do you know what you just sounded like right there?” Ryes interrupted the song. “A man under a woman’s spell.” I heard Ryes stand up and come closer. “I think you’ve got it bad my friend, and you got it fast.”

Then I heard the song again as it continued.

This world will never be

What I expected

And if I don't belong

Even if I say

It'll be alright

Still I hear you say

You want to end your life

Now and again we try

To just stay alive

Maybe we'll turn it all around

'Cause it's not too late -

Well, that’s enough of that song. I slammed my fist down on the power button and missed. Instead, making a dent in the top, so I just pulled it hard from the wall, and it sputtered off immediately. I stood there looking at the broken radio.

“Dagon,” Ryes came closer. “Dagon.” He sounded worried. Should he be?

“I can’t,” I cut myself off. That song that I just cut short had it all right. Every line. I’ve been thinking. Thinking in the direction of ending my life. But for some reason something was holding me back.

I heard Ryes sit down his drink so he could focus on what I had to say. “You can’t what?”

All of the sudden an overwhelming emotion took over, and I had to let it out. I looked down at the half empty glass in my hand and realized in the next instant what I want to do with it. I took a one-eighty degree turn and aimed at the wall behind the bar. Roaring in frustration, and maybe confusion, I let my arm swing back and chucked the glass at the brick wall. It hit hard and shattered in a million tiny pieces, and I heard Ryes curse behind me.

My eyes became wet from the amount of frustration I had just let out, and then I started to cry. I’m not sure why, but I started to feel this trapped feeling. I wouldn’t be able to get out of this trap of my own creation. I started to take deep breaths, not wanting to look like a mess in front of Ryes. I heard him sigh uncomfortably, and instead of putting him through the pain of trying to figure out how to comfort me, I apologized and ran from the room.

“Dagon!”

I kept running. I had no idea where I was going, or where my feet were taking me but I soon found out.

I stopped right in front of the door that led down the stairs of the dungeon. What was I doing here?

My hand reached for the nob and before I could grab on I fisted my hand. What was I doing? Was this the right thing to do right now? No, it wasn’t, but I’m doing it anyway.

With a loud creak the door opened and once again I paused. Then, without thinking, my legs led me down the stairs. Closer and closer to Camira.

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