None of them could get out of there fast enough. Both Adea and Ellis were shaken up from their encounters. Adea was quiet as they packed up and swiftly headed back toward their cottage, wanting nothing more than to get home and out of the dark, and to forget all about this horrific night. Ellis, on the other hand, could not stop going on and on about what he saw out in the woods. He described it in great detail, his voice quivering as he did so, but it was clear that nobody really believed him. Nobody, it seemed, except for Adea, who was ready to believe anything could be lurking in the trees around them, perhaps watching them right now.
Lyda was the worst of them all. Nobody could get a word out of her about what happened while she was out cold. Jay pressed her to the point of tears to tell them what happened, but Lyda was completely clammed up, not saying another word following her plea to go home. Her f
As Lyda paced the cellar that night, her emotional state slowly transitioned from distraught to anger. She wanted to take Iris' words to heart, but no matter how she tried to look at it, she feared what her parents would think of her.It wasn't fair. From a young age, everybody in her life had been denying her the opportunities she deserved. For the first time, she was truly angry with the Mistresses for refusing to let her train as an oracle. She deserved it! It was what she was born to be! In fact, thanks to everything she taught herself in secret, she felt that she was fully prepared to stand before the Mistresses and claim that she knew more about the Spirits than anyone in the Valley.Perhaps that was why they tried to have her sheltered. That must have been it. They were afraid of her. They were afraid of how much she might learn. Well, she wo
Lyda found less sleep as the nights passed. Eventually, there was no sleep at all. Lyda was sitting on her bed in the cellar, never even undoing the blanket. She had lost all natural urge to sleep, as if something was forcing her to stay awake. Instead, she sat on the bed and stared blankly into the dark corners of the cellar, her own little alcove lit by a single candle on her bedside table.Mere weeks had gone by since the incident while camping, and many thoughts had gone through her head ever since. She hoped to learn more, anything she could, by inflicting that nightmare upon herself, but she got much more than she had bargained for with the most horrifying experience of her life, and she had gained nothing from it. It had been a complicated road. She had not felt like herself since then, until Iris had inadvertently given her the courage to think about what it was she really wanted.
Meanwhile, in the comfort of her own bed, Adea was fast asleep, lost in pleasant dreams of soaring over the vast mountaintops and swimming in the lakes of the valleys throughout. She was at peace while she was asleep, more than ever when she was awake. Her tranquility was interrupted suddenly when a hand grabbed her by the shoulder. Adea let out a cry of astonishment until another hand planted against her mouth. In the midst of her dream, she found herself staring into a pair of familiar yellow eyes. Adea felt the overwhelming urge to scream as she tried to force herself awake."Adea!" Lyda called in a loud whisper. "It's me!"Adea's eyes shot open, wide with shock until they fell upon her sister standing over her. Lyda removed her hand from her mouth when she let out a sigh of relief."What are you doing up here?"
Adea had fallen asleep minutes after Lyda left. She was anxious to forget everything that just happened between her and her sister and could not wait to get lost in her dreams again. That was when everything went wrong. Horribly wrong.The dream started so pleasantly. Adea placed herself by the edge of a tranquil lake with her friends but decided to keep Lyda out of this one. She figured that would only remind her of the stress of their conversation.In the dream, Eran and Ellis were horseplaying around in the water while Jay was asleep on the bank. Adea waded out into the water and turned over on her back. Even in the dream, the water felt so real, but Adea did not need to tread to keep herself afloat. She just lay on the surface of the lake and stared up at the cloudless, blue sky. That was when it started.The fi
Minutes later, Adea had finally shown up, dressed in her favorite leather-hide jacket and ready to go. Before they mounted Hazel and left, Lyda reminded her of the promise she made the last time, that she would speak nothing of this night to anybody. Adea hastily agreed, anxious to leave and get this mess over with. With that, the two sisters mounted the horse and rode west into the mountains. Just like old times, Lyda mused to herself.A little over two hours later, they came upon an eerily familiar sight. As anticipated, Hazel halted on her own in the exact same spot as last time, and the two were on foot from there. Lyda was relieved when she saw that the rhododendron clusters were towering over them, indicating that the Crossing, in all its mysterious properties, had not disappeared. The atmosphere was just as heavy as before, but to Lyda, it felt more welcoming to her than she remembered. To Adea, it
1879Adea wished she could say that she was back to where she was the first time the two of them snuck out to perform that revolting ritual. What happened when she was only 8-years-old, as far as she was concerned, paled in comparison to the way it made her feel this time around. Looking back, Adea remembered being just a frightened little girl desperate to put an end to her nightmares, and despite the terrible things she had to witness to achieve that, she had been ironically thankful for the sister who had gone to such dark places to help her.This time was much different. Lyda told her that she was merely doing it to help her cleanse her dreams all over again, but she quickly proved her motives to be entirely selfish. Adea did not even want to think about it. Everything Lyda did that night she knew would haunt her for the rest of her life. She had regained total control over her dre
The cottage had been so quiet that evening, inside and out. Lost in their own company, neither Adea nor Eran noticed Lyda emerge from the cellar. She made her way to the kitchen, looking around as if to make sure that she would not run into anyone. As usual, she was not in the mood to interact with anybody. After pouring a small cup of milk for herself, she headed back down the foyer, but before she could turn the corner to retreat back down into the cellar, something caught her eye.Lyda looked up, stopping in her tracks when she spotted Adea and Eran through the glass window of the front door. It was dark outside, but she could clearly see her sister standing there, locked in Eran’s arms and kissing him.There were no thoughts going through her head as she watched, only instincts; shameless instincts of roiling jealousy at the sight of her sister,
“By the Moon, you’re out here early!”Adea looked up from the garden to see her mother emerging from the cottage. The sun was just barely cresting over the mountains. Alyra was normally up long before Adea, and would often have to wake her to join her in the garden, but this morning, Adea had beaten her outside.“I woke up a little early,” Adea responded, “so I thought I’d get a little head start.”“Oh really? Why’s that?”Adea lowered her head, smiling in playful shame. “Well, our trip to the Valley is coming up, and I just thought if we finished harvesting early that Eran and I could go a day or two in advance. At least, if that would be alright with you.”