Weird Dreams #8
It seems we are saying that seashell throne room mansion place was real.
That’s what you’re saying, right? How do I get back there?
It was very pretty and it felt like home.
That’s weird. Don’t answer that. I swear I’m having the weirdest dreams lately with seashell thrones, a weird Witch who is evil and takes on other appearances.
I’m pretty sure she could be a movie villain.
As far as getting whacked, I’m fairly certain Luke totally wants to have me whacked.
Or beat up. Definitely beat up. I’m kind of kick ass now though so he’s out of luck.
My friends taught me and I’m pretty dang good.
I also own a gun, I’m a good shot. Did I tell you that already?
Anyway, keep in touch or don’t. I’ll probably log in and have no emails from you. You’ll go away, everyone does.
Your possible little sister,
Odette
I was about to go back to my room when my email dinged. Noxus had already answered me.
Odette,
Take your time answering the rest of my message. We will meet one day, and I will be the stepfather I should’ve been all along. I will help you find your biological father as well if that’s what you want to do.
As far as holding yourself back from the boy who makes your head sing because of your mother, don’t. She and I are the exception. Caspian and our other boys are not young men. Your mother and I had many happy decades together before everything fell apart.
My parents still love each other very much. Your brothers love the people who make their heads sing too. The only person I know of that has gone through what I have is me. Do not let your mother take this from you too.
I’m sure she’s filled you with insecurities. I’m sure the string of relationships you’ve seen her have made you jaded on love. Don’t think that’s not part of the reason she’s doing this. They will serve some purpose to her, but one of those purposes is to make you dislike relationships.
I know Morgana wants to make you don’t want to be in a relationship where there is love because she is “hurt” when they end.
I promise you, not one single relationship your mother has been in that you’ve seen has hurt her when it ended.
No matter what you’ve seen her act like in the end, she did not care for them. Nor was she upset when it ended.
Give the boy that makes your head sing a real chance, Odette. He is your other half. Even knowing how everything went with your mom, I’d do it all over again. I’d fight like hell to keep the Morgana I knew and loved with me.
I fought the first time, but our boys are worth everything to me. Trust what your instincts say about this boy. You have probably relied on yourself for a lot. Trust the song in your head. Do not let your mother win.
If this boy is unworthy of you, then he can deal with me. If he hurts you, email me. One day, when we find you, then he and I will talk. I hope to meet him one day soon and see a smile on your face. There’s nothing wrong with being happy no matter what your mother has said.
If Morgana’s ever told you about the security and what a man can do for you is all you need; she’s lying.
Your mother and I had a great love once upon a time.
She is the one who turned her back on us.
Morgana ran away from our sons and our life together.
I know where this path leads her. It is nowhere happy or good.
I’ll tell you even after all I’ve been through; should I meet another who made my head sing I would trust in my song. I would give them and myself a chance. It’s ok to let yourself be happy.
Noxus
Damn. These guys could wax poetic, couldn’t they? It made sense to me though considering they knew Luke. For all his faults, when Luke was being sweet he said the nicest things. Hell the man would and could, say all the right things. Luke always did have a way with words too.
Was our family like stuck in the wrong century? Was that what was going on here? Did Caspian fight for things to be a different way? Is that why mom left them? She tried to make them go to war? She was using me for war? They said they weren’t the mob but that kind of said they are.
I looked at my phone and saw I had a voicemail from Keaton. Tears filled my eyes as I listened to it. I could hear the tears, fear, and anger in his voice. I guess it could make sense that he couldn’t hear me yelling over Lisa’s shrill sobbing self. Gosh, I didn’t like her.
I sipped on my drink more then went into the kitchen to put the glass in the sink. I laid down on the couch and started watching T.V. I knew there was no way I could sleep. I was watching a reality show. At least my love life wasn’t this crazy or filmed. Oh god, it might actually be this crazy.
Could I be on a reality show with my life?
I was positive Lisa could deliver the drama.
That would make it VERY easy for my probable mob boss brother to find me.
WAIT! If my brother was a King or Don, then was I a Princess?
Well, no. Because I’d be the bastard kid.
I snickered out loud thinking of being a Princess.
I felt funny and weak. Dang, I probably shouldn’t drink anymore. The song in head sounded garbled. I laid my head down and closed my eyes. I was back with the black and green wolf. There weren’t any other wolves around.
I sat down asking her, “Are you ok?” She whimpered looking at me. I guess not. My instincts demanded that I comfort this wolf, so I started to pet her. I told her, “If I could help you, I would.” We just laid there together until I opened my eyes.
I heard whispering. May and Immy were still here. I called out, “What time is it?” May answered, “Midafternoon.” I stood and swayed on my feet. Thankfully, May caught me. My friend commented, “Odette, you are really pale. You need to eat something.” Food sounded terrible.
I shook my head, “I’m just going to go to sleep some more.
You guys have a birthday party to get to.
Don’t you?” May said, “We don’t have to go.
” I snorted, “Nonsense, you should go.” Immy frowned, “Well, that’s…
.” I cut her off insisting, “Go. I’m just going to sleep.
” Immy sighed then told me, “We will come back.” I nodded then locked the door behind them when they left.
My song and I were both sad. I got into the bathtub thinking the water would do me some good. I let myself go under the water. Flashes of the place I’d seen in my dreams came to life in my mind. I sat up out of the water with a start.
I looked at my phone and snorted realizing I needed more sleep. It had been a half hour since the girls left. I was not under water for a half hour. My phone started ringing and the name Key flashed across the screen.
Without even thinking I answered, “Hello.” Keaton’s relief came through his tone, “Odette, thank god. Please let me come over, I need to see you. My friends said you’re pale. I need to make sure you’re ok. Lisa means nothing to me.”
“Hell, my ex means less than nothing. She stopped meaning something to me when I left last semester. I have a protective instinct in me, that’s all you saw. I know you have one too. You ran to help Justin and Isla. They are both fine but worried about you.” His voice was lulling me to sleep.
I whispered, “I’m so tired, Key.” Keaton frantically yelled, “Odette! Odette!” I managed to get out of the tub and laid down. I told him, “I guess you could come over.” Keaton sighed in relief, “I’m practically there.” That was fine.
I went into my closet and found the shirt he’d left here, put it on, and laid in my bed. I tried to wait for Keaton so I could unlock the door, but I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I woke up when the song started, feeling whole again.
I felt tingles all over my body and forced my eyes open. Keaton was staring worriedly at me. His voice soothed all the broken pieces of me, “There’s those beautiful eyes, you were worrying me, My Song.” I asked, “How did you get in?” That seemed important. The song in my head huffed at me.
Keaton winked, “I picked the lock.” Instead of being weirded out like I should’ve been, I found myself grinning at him like an idiot.
I whispered, “I missed you. It hurts when you’re not here, and I don’t understand why.
I feel like my heart just got put back in my chest. I even wore your shirt.
It still smells like you. I’m so tired, Key. ”
Keaton kissed the top of my forehead, kicked his shoes off, and pulled me into him. He told me, “Rest, My Song.” I couldn’t help but do exactly that. I was floating again when I woke up. I sighed, “I’m really leaning into this water theme. It’s totally the Irish mob.”
I opened my eyes a second before I pulled back down under the water. I didn’t panic this time though; I just let it take me. When I went through the weird door thing, I didn’t need anyone to lead me anywhere. I simply walked to the throne room, but no one was there.
The utter disappointment I felt was obnoxious. I called out, “Caspian?” Nothing happened. I sighed, “Because you’re a crazy person calling out for people in some weird dream.” Someone said, “It’s not a dream.” I squeaked and whirled around.
I asked, “How did you do that? Who are you? Where did you even come from?” The man smiled, “I’m Cordelius. One of your half-brothers, and I’m quite silent when I move. Caspian is here now.” I turned back around.
Caspian called out, “Little sister, you called for me.” I muttered, “And you came.” He turned his head right towards me. Caspian replied, “I’ll always come.” I retorted, “Those are pretty words, but no one ever comes for me.”
My big brother smirked, “It seems your song boy did.” I asked, “How could you possibly know that?” Caspian answered, “Because you are here.” I told him, “Oh, well that clears it up. Oh wait, NO IT DOESN’T!” Caspian and Cordelius snickered.