Chapter 4: Voices in the shadows

721 17 7
                                    




(Aviva's view)

It was nearly midnight by the time we reached home, and a yawn escaped my lips causing my father to chuckle.

"Uh oh, sounds like someone needs to go to bed." He said, and I nodded in agreement.

"I am a little tired." I admitted and he chuckled, "After dinner you can go to bed early, if you wish." he said, and I nodded.

"Father?" I asked, and he hummed in response.

"Yes Viva, is something wrong?" father asked, and I glanced out the window before answering.

"I'm not sure, but I've been having these weird dreams lately." I said, and his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"Weird? In what way?" father asked, as he sat down next to me.

"I wake up in front of a snowy castle, and see two kids both looking at me." I said, as I rested my head on his shoulder.

"When did these dreams start?" father asked, and I looked up at him.

"A few years after mother died." I said, and he rubbed my shoulder.

"What do you think caused these dreams to start?" father asked, and I thought for a moment before answering.

"I have no idea, maybe my sadness from mother's death." I said, and father nodded.

"That could be why." he said, and I nodded as I quickly finished my dinner.

"Goodnight, father." I said, as I made my way toward the bathroom.

"Goodnight Viva, I love you." Father said, once I'd returned from the bathroom to kiss him goodnight.

"Love you too, father." I said, as I walked into my room, and got in bed.

I was asleep as soon as my head the pillow, and it was then that the figures appeared,

there were two men and a woman who stood atop a high tower looking down at me.

"There you are," The man with  feather-like long black hair said, as he smiled down at me.

"My goodness you've grown," he continued, as he looked down lovingly at me.

It was then that I noticed his eyes were different colors, his left eye was a deep crimson and his right was the color dark blue of the ocean before a storm.

He smiled down at me again, and held out his hand to me.

"Come here, my darling." he cooed, as he continued to smile down at me.

I looked up at him, and then the woman spoke.

"Come here, my love it has been a long time since we've seen you." I watched in shock, as the other man with black hair came down from the tower and stood in front of me.

"You've grown up so fast," he said, and I could practically hear the sadness in his voice as he spoke.

"I hope we'll be a happy family again someday." he said, as the others joined him.

"We love you," the other man and the woman said, as they each reached out and squeezed my hands.

Return of the KuransWhere stories live. Discover now