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Chapter 12
I collapsed onto my bed, physically and mentally drained after my day at the hospital. My mind flickered back to the conversation I had partially participated in with Miss Clark. The truth is that I struggled to pay attention to what she was saying, it all seemed so far off and outlandish that it could only exist in a fairy tale or some form of mythology – not in real life. Morpheus couldn’t be the guy without a name, he couldn’t be trapped between the dream realm and reality and there is no way on earth I could have any ability to magically free him. Miss Clark, on the other hand, appeared to believe differently.
“Callista, you have to help him.” she had begged me as we made our way back to the ward.
Her voice now echoed in my mind, raw with emotion. I had merely replied that I would have to have time to gather my thoughts before. Strangely, no matter how much I tried to deny all she said to me a part of me actually believed that there co
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“Heya little sis.” my brother’s crackled through my laptop’s speaker.I sat on my bed with the laptop lying on my crossed legs, my door closed against parental intruders. Sunday afternoons were always the best part of my week. It was the only time I could relax and express whatever was in my mind to the one person in my life who would understand no matter what. While Kayla was my best friend and I trusted her with most of my secret thoughts, she didn’t always understand where I came from – our cultures and backgrounds were too far apart. Niklos, on the other hand, had to share every situation with me and therefore he knew me better than anyone else. It was just sad that I couldn’t tell him about Morpheus. That was one thing he would never understand.“Heya big bro” I replied, turning on my camera so I could blow him a kiss.He chuckled and turned on his camera, revealing – surprisingly – a spotles
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“Excuse me? I’m what?”I was certain that I hadn’t heard her correctly. How could I be betrothed to an immortal god without even knowing it? And who on earth made the betrothal? Surely one of my parents would have to agree to the engagement for us to be betrothed and somehow I couldn’t imagine my mother making that deal with Hypnos.“You’re betrothed. Have been since before you were born.” she smiled sympathetically and patted my hand which gripped the blanket on her bed.“How?” my voice shook.“I’m not actually sure. To be honest, I only found out myself when I barged into your dream unannounced. I think that’s something you’ll have to bring up with Morpheus.”“Oh, I’ll bring it up with him.” I said through clenched teeth.Miss Clark laughed and squeezed my hand.“Go gently on him. The poor boy has had it rough lately.&rd
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I woke up to the sound of birds chirping in the tree outside my window and the sun streaming through my window, a perfect way to wake up if I may say so. Morpheus hadn’t come to me again, but this time I didn’t bother to call for him. If I truly needed him then he would come, I was sure of that. Besides, I didn’t really want to see him after what had happened with Ricky the previous night. I sort of felt as if I was cheating on him with Ricky, even though Morpheus and I weren’t together and nothing even happened with Ricky. Ricky had left soon after dinner with no more awkward incidents between us and he even gave me the weird side-hug he seemed to always give as if everything was normal.I looked at my bedside clock and swore. I was late! I yanked on a pair of jeans and the first shirt I laid my hands on while brushing my teeth, hoping to save time by not eating breakfast. Barely catching my father in time to catch a lift to school, I did my makeup in
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The doors to the haunted house were guarded by Miss Matthews and Miss Carlson, both armed with vicious looking swords which they crossed until we had paid the entrance fee. They were both dressed as geishas and looked as if they had stepped straight out of a Chinese action movie, apart from the fact that they weren’t Chinese that is.“Have fun.” Miss Matthews giggled as we passed, closing the door behind us with a resounding thud.Her giggle was distorted by the closed door, transforming it into a sinister chortle – as if she knew the secrets of the house which we had yet to come across. The path was lit with small lights which had been hung up on the ceiling to resemble stars. Potted palms encroached and added to the aura which made us feel as if the house had been abandoned and the garden had begun to suffocate the mansion. So far, no creepy beasts had jumped out of the trees so we assumed that they’d saved the best for later. We crept f
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My serious tone seemed to put Morpheus on guard and I could almost see his mind working as he tried to find the words to put me at ease. Clearly he knew what was coming but hadn’t expected it. Or perhaps Miss Clark hadn’t told him that she had told me about the betrothal and so this reaction was for a completely separate offence he had committed. “Talk about what, my love?” he asked, his hand reaching for mine as we sat facing each other on the park bench. I didn’t really know where to start and so I let the first thing that came to my mind blurt out. “How the hell are we meant to be betrothed?” The projectile word-vomit seemed to strike him hard and Morpheus physically recoiled as if I had slapped him. He let go of my hand as if it had burned him and he moved back slightly, edging away from me. “Who told you?” his voice was gentle and yet I could sense the fury which hid behind his words.
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