Chapter 53: A VISION

“Are you seriously going to get married once she approves of it?” Charles asked as we both sat across from each other, having our lunch, before heading back to the office.

“Do you prefer I marry some girl my dad picked up from somewhere?”

“I'm just saying that asking her to live as a whole different person who is about to get married to the love of her life is kind of difficult.

She will have to put up a smile even when she doesn't feel like it.”

“I know I'm asking too much, but I just wish she would consider it.”

“It's okay; I'm sure she will come around.”

“Enough about me; how are things between you and Emily?” I got a sigh from him, and that told me they hadn't talked things out. Emily really hurt Charles, and I don't really think he is ready to forgive her.

“She has been calling me, but I still haven't convinced myself to pick up the calls.”

“You need to let go. I know what she did was wrong; she shouldn't have done that, but I think you should hear her out. She is also hurting, just like you.

You two need to sit down and talk things out. I'm not asking you to get back with her; just give her the chance to explain herself.”

“I will try.” He said that and sighed. I slightly tapped his shoulder, comforting him.

“We are both good at our businesses, but our love lives stink,” I said as we both laughed. I just hoped within me that things would start looking up for us, but first I need to have a serious talk with Emily.

Alda's POV 

I was sitting in the living room watching Siofra try her dance, which she claimed to be the gateway to her kingdom, fail over and over again. She kept saying she was not gathering enough energy to perform the dance, and that also made it difficult for her to focus.

“This is crazy; why can't I just gather enough wind just like I did with Alma?”

“I think you are being too hard on yourself.”

“I need to get back home; I keep having this feeling that things are just not quite right.”

“Have you heard from the spirit lady so far?” She shook her head before she angrily sat on the floor.

“No, it's like something is blocking my connection with her. I'm afraid that I'm really on my own on this.” 

“You said you did the dance with your sister and you gathered enough energy, right?”

“Yes, why do you ask?”

“Maybe it takes the two of us to open that portal; after all, we both started this the night we were merged together. Maybe it takes us both to open the portal.” I said to her. I wasn't even sure of what I was saying.

“Wait, that might be true, but learning the secret dance is not something you can do in a day.”

“Try me; I'm a fast learner, but are you a good teacher?”

“Hmm, let's see what you can do.” Siofra said that as she pushed herself up, the determination that was once lost came right back on her face. I stood up and walked towards her as we both stood facing each other.

“Take my hand and hold on tightly,” she said, stretching her left hand towards me. I took her hand and held on to it.

“Remember, you follow my lead. The secret dance doesn't really need to be taught; all you have to do is channel your spirit with the wind. Let the wind teach you your moves.”

“And what if I can't channel the wind?” I asked her, getting nervous.

“You can do this; listen to the wind; it will be your guide.” I took a deep breath and gave Siofra a nod.

“When I step with my left leg, do the same, but with your right leg. We need to move in circles to gather the wind.”

“Let's do this.”

“Be careful not to get lost with the wind,” Siofra said, which left me confused. Before I could ask her what she meant, she had already closed her eyes and taken her first step.

“Should I close my eyes?” I asked when I took my first step.

“You don't have to; I will gather the wind while you help me keep it between us.”

We kept walking in circles, but it was more like a little dance. Just then, Siofra opened hers and stared at me. Her pair of green eyes started to light up. I began to feel dizzy; I couldn't define how I was feeling. It felt like I was being carried away by the wind. I shook my head, trying to clear my vision.

“Don't fight it; just focus on me.” Siofra said. I felt a strong wind surrounding us. I looked around, trying to figure out where we were. Xender's sitting room was gone; it was replaced with a very dark room, and the only light lighting it up was Siofra's eyes.

I got scared; I just wanted to stop. This feels so strange.

"Alda, you need to relax.”

“Why aren't we dancing? Why are we in this dark room?”

“In a dark room?” She asked, and I could hear the confusion in her voice.

"Siofra, this is not funny; let's quit joking around.”

“I'm not; you need to let the wind in or you will get lost, but don't worry, I'm not letting you go.”

"Siofra, make it stop; I am beginning to feel suffocated.”

“I can't; just let the wind in.”

“How?”

“Just close your eyes and listen to their whispers; they always have a message.”

“Listen to who?”

“To the wind.”

I closed my eyes and felt the wind in my hair. Listen to the wind, but why can't I hear a thing? I could only hear the howls of the wind, but other than that, I couldn't hear anything else. 

I felt myself sweating even though I was surrounded by the wind. I knew I had to calm myself down, so I did by taking a deep breath. I felt myself relaxing as I continued to breathe in and out.

I started feeling like I was being moved, or rather, floating. I couldn't hear the howls of the wind anymore, so I opened my eyes. What I saw had me trembling in fear and shaking at the spot.

It was like I was placed on a battle field. Right in front of me, armies of elves marched in union in a particular direction, where they were being slaughtered by another weird-looking elf. He was huge, tall, and bigger than the rest.

The funny fact was that they weren't fighting back; they just kept killing both adults and children. And beside the big, hefty elf, a queen was seated—an evil-looking queen. It seems all the sacrifice was for her.

I was too distracted and shocked to run until I saw her glare at me. She stood up from her seat and pointed in my direction before saying something to the guard standing besides her.

“Oh my God, this is crazy. This is not real; I need to wake up.” I said this as I began to draw back. The elves that were once marching towards the queen all turned towards me as they started heading my way.

“Take me out of here!! Take me out!!!” I screamed as they reached out to grab me. I closed my eyes, waiting for it to happen, but it never did. Then I heard my name; it felt like it was coming from a distant place, but I just couldn't get myself to open my eyes.

“Alda, Alda, Alda." The voice became closer and more clear. It was my mum; my eyes flew open immediately as I tried to recognise where I was. I was surrounded by woods, but in the middle was an empty field.

What happened to the elves and that queen? I heard my name again as I headed in that direction. I was sure it was my mum, but I was scared of entering the woods. I just wanted to know what was hiding deep inside those woods.

"Alda, wake up; you are scaring me.” My eyes flew open upon hearing Siofra's voice. She had a worried expression on her face as she stared at me.

“What happened? You blacked out for about twenty minutes. Did the wind say anything to you?” She asked. She was still holding my hand tightly as we were both sitting on the floor.

“No, it didn't say anything to me, but it showed me something. It was so real, but weird.”

“A vision, it should be a vision.

"What does that mean?” I confusedly asked.

“Well, it should tell you what is about to happen or is already happening. Tell me, what did you see?”

“First, I saw an elf village sacrificing themselves for their queen, but she was an evil-looking queen.”

“Alma!. I saw the same vision, but I ignored it, and it didn't end well for me." Siofra said as she sighed.

“So you are saying my vision might be happening right now.”

"Or it will happen later." I saw how worried she was and wished there was something I could do.

“And the portal, any hope?” I hopefully asked.

“Well, it appeared for a few seconds, then it was gone.”

“Then that is better than nothing; let's try again,” I said to her as I pushed myself off the floor, but my knees were so weak that it brought me down to the floor.

“You are too weak; if we try it again, then you might pass out.” I let out a sigh of frustration. I hate this feeling of being weak.

“I'm sorry, Siofra,” I said to her as I averted her glance.

“For what?”

“I'm sorry you are stuck with me; I can't even help you.”

“I'm glad I'm stuck with you, and I appreciate your effort. I don't think the stone made a mistake when it flew me across the universe into your body,” she said as she helped me off the floor.

“I hope you are right.”