Notice:[1]
"It started from a dream, followed by a tragedy"
As winter drew near, the fog grew thick within the mountains of Kabilya.
And just like the living creatures of those lands, the mountains seemed drawn by the comfort of the clouds' silence.
Taking a forever rertreat from the world's noise.
And just like her land.
Until her time comes.
Young Eva would fully embrace her warm solitude within the covers of her bed.
That day, the sky reflected the faint shadows beneath her eyes and the clouds, they mirrored her almost stagnant body.
At eleven a.m the alarm of her phone rang and with one click on "Stop" her body responded.
Her eyes rejected the reality of the present and her mind was crowded with endless thoughts replayed over and over again.
"I am tired" she would say "And it is too late to have a good day anyway" she thought sigthing.
The heavy ambiance around her made her feel dizzy as the warm covers of her bed gently tugged her in.
That warmth and sensation of peace made her slowly but surely fall into the depth of her counsiousness.
And in that quiet descent, after seven long years of dreamless nights, a long time friend chose to meet her once again.
As she opened her eyes again, the black headed young lady, woke up immeditaly from her bed after noticing the darkness of the night sky.
Annoyed about the amount of sleep she had, she decided to get up and leave her room.
Strangely she noticed that the door was open, but didn't think anything of it, she just left her room before noticing a woman's silhouette within the empty room of her brother, who was supposed to be in.
Without any fear she came in before being stunned by what she just encountered.
Right there in the middle of the room, a woman with long blond hair was cutting long strips of a green silky fabric, smoke rose from them and made its way toward the short-haired young lady.
Inexplicably, the smoke tugged her into the blond-haired woman's arms. She sobbed uncontrollably, saying, "I don't want to forget about her," as she stared into the woman's familiar green eyes.
"You will never forget about her," the woman reassured her as she wiped away her tears.
In the middle of her cries the young woman heard a southing singing voice that came from the garden, as she followed the sound, she found herself on the green side of her grandparent's garden, fresh herbs, dancing by the rhythm of the wind that came from that one white silky headed woman that wasn't even touching the ground.
Mesmerized, she stood still, not even noticing the fall of the first snow.
A sudden ache rose within her chest, words slipping out before she could stop them.
"You should have never been the one to leave," the twenty-three-year-old murmured.
As those words faded, the warmth of her dream dissolved into the cold silence of gray sky.
That same day, with the same tones, in another world, a kingdom was grieving.
"A princess is dead" A dark headed man, with narrow eyes yet delicately shaped announced as he came into his colleagues' studies.
"I had a feeling that she did" a silver headed man replied as he was starring from his window, contemplating the fall of the first snow of the year.
"My condolences", Rayane offered.
[1] For a better and more immersive experience, when you get to the dream part of the chapter, listen to this ausio compilation from Yuki Kajiura : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oHndSpVFvFo&list=RDoHndSpVFvFo&start_radio=1