Luc’s Dream The man stretched out his scratched and wrinkled hand and slowly wrenched open the golden locket. He saw the pictures of two people. The names of two people were scratched into the cover of the locket. Caius Tiberio and his wife, Kyri. Closing the locket, he slowly pulled out a cloudy blue-white diamond from one of the deep pockets of his shadowy cloak, and dropped it into the indention in the locket cover that was perfectly sized for it. As soon as the flawless jewel tapped the indentation of the golden locket, a burst of red light erupted through the dank cave, swallowing all sense of sight or sound. The walls and ceiling of the cave collapsed: there was nothing but silence. The scene changed. A face with flowing golden hair, two curious blue eyes, and a crown being placed upon her head. Luc woke up in a cold sweat. Shaking his head violently, he pushed his dream into the farthest corner of his mind. He looked at his bedside mirror. Two brilliantly blue eyes stared back at him. A tangled mass of dark hair covered every inch of his head. He frowned, quickly got dressed and raced out to his table. He saw Mica had already made breakfast. Though wrinkles crowded her smiling face, Luc thought that Mica was a beautiful woman. And she cooked the most delicious food. Luc didn’t remember the day when he had met Mica, who was skilled in the area of magic. She had told him what had happened: When he was young, his house was set on fire by the leaders of the village of the land. They wanted to kill him because he was too different from the other babies of the village. He was talented. His parents perished in the fire but Mica had saved him and brought him to her hut, where he lived up until now. His thirteenth birthday. He thought about his father. He didn’t know his father’s name. Mica said she didn’t know either. Once again he felt that familiar sick feeling in his stomach. His father was dead. He longed to know more. Though the feeling was silly and childlike, he somehow wished that if he thought about his father every day of his life then he could have him back. Forever. “Have you had your breakfast, dear?” With a great squeak like the sound of an earthquake, Mica opened the front door of the cottage. “No, ma’am. Just got started. And we need to do something about that door!” Luc exclaimed. “Okay. I am going to go out to the woods and pick some fruit: strawberries, apples, pears, you know, the things you like,” the woman said. “Okay Mica.” Luc stared into Mica’s soft, knowing eyes. “Is there something troubling you?” Mica placed her aged hand onto Luc’s shoulder. “No, I’m fine,” Luc said a little too quickly. His insides were screaming at him. That was a complete lie! Just ignore all sense of caution! She needs to know about your dream. Luc caught himself before he said “shush” aloud to his conscience. Mica shook her head, then slowly exited the door with a thunderous CREAK.
#2 | The Man At The Door coming out soon!
