Novel & Cerita Dreaming Freedom Chapter 1

"Kaila, can you please give me a little time to explain why I care so much for you? I have been telling you that I care for you, but you are always changing our topic and won't even let me talk and listen." "Alicia... there is nothing else more important for you, and there are no other things more important to me. What is most important to us is our freedom, and have you forgotten that what we are doing this for our freedom? That we are fighting for freedom? Because some people gave us curses, as their minds were our prisons and their eyes were our cage," I said while my tears were falling to the ground because of the feelings that I could not explain.

I'd sold the house, and now, with my mother healthy again, we were heading overseas to start anew. Leaving wasn't an escape—it was the beginning of my freedom.

He'd given me such a hard, unwelcoming look that a chill ran up my spine, causing me to shrink away from him instinctively. For a long while, we didn't speak. On our break between classes, the idea of sneaking past him while he was napping freaked me out so much that I decided to climb out the window just to get to the water cooler. It was my first time climbing out a window, and I'd unceremoniously fallen flat on my butt. "Pft!" I heard someone sputtering overhead, only to look up and see Julian leaning against the window ledge, grinning at me.

I felt my back hit the soft fabric on the bed and I smiled internally Everything was actually right with my world. In the end, I learned that freedom isn’t always about running away; sometimes, it’s about finding the courage to stay. Love had a way of breaking chains I never thought I’d escape, and even in the shadows of a world I never chose, I found light where I least expected it. Life with him wasn’t perfect, but it was ours—a world built on fire and steel, forged by trust and defiance. And as the sun set over a horizon we dared to dream of together, I knew one thing for certain: my soul was no longer sold, but redeemed. THE END.

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We cannot fight back in this state. She was right. I was having to fight to keep my eyes open and my head up. I needed to sleep, just for a little while, so that I could figure out my next move. So, I slept and dreamed of how once I was free, I would destroy all those who dared to harm my family. *** I woke up to the sounds of footsteps approaching me. I don’t know how long I had been asleep, but I feel like it hadn’t been very long. I was still exhausted, and being restricted in the chair had begun to make my hands and feet go painfully numb.

The way she’d looked at me through the smoke of our burning home. I’ll find you. I meant that. I pressed the glass against the plastic. Dragged. Again. And again. Each slice felt like it took years. Above us, floorboards creaked. I froze. Footsteps passed overhead. Voices murmured. Then faded. I exhaled slowly. Not yet. Not yet. The zip-tie at my ankles thinned. One final pull… Snap. Freedom. I caught myself before I fell forward completely. Don’t rush.

Nesta was gone, slumbering in the dark corner of our minds and I was free, I yipped in happiness at the thought and dodged the fallen tree branches, leaping over the narrow running streams as I jumped and snarled and growled. Free! Free! We are free, I am free! she said to me, my wolf was in control of my will and I didn't want to fight it. And I chanted along with her as we raced through the woods. Liberty’s POV: The next time I woke up there was complete darkness around me, I was sticky.. sticky and itchy with sweat. My hands were still chained to the wall and I couldn't feel my fingers. I was going to have one hell of a time when they freed me. If they did that is, if they left me alive.

Liberty POV Why do they keep calling us little one, it’s infuriating. Justice growls. It’s nice having someone to talk to. Justice is fierce, she tells me I’m strong, like her. She wants us to be free. Not kind of free I dream of, the kind that has the earth beneath our feet, nobody chasing us, living our life, far far away from here. Without justice I would never have gotten away from that place.

In my dreams, there was no Dante, no betrayal, no lost child. I dreamed of freedom.