When I opened my eyes, it was morning.
Sunlight fell across the ground.
Everything seemed completely normal.
Too normal.
The forest was quiet again.
No light.
No fight.
Nothing.
I slowly stood up, still feeling weak.
My body felt... strange.
Not painful.
But not normal either.
"What... happened last night?" I whispered.
Everything felt like a dream.
But it wasn't.
Because I remembered everything.
The light.
The figures.
The fight.
And that thing…
The purple glow.
I looked around again.
Nothing.
Not even a mark on the ground.
As if it had never happened.
But deep inside…
Something didn't feel right.
I returned to the house.
Grandfather and grandmother were still asleep.
The same as always.
Peaceful.
Normal.
But for some reason…
I didn't feel like going near them.
I went to my room and sat on the bed.
Trying to make sense of everything.
Why did I see it?
Why was I there?
And the most important question—
Why did it feel real?
My thoughts kept repeating.
Over and over.
Until my eyes slowly started to close.
I didn't even realize when I fell asleep.
And then—
Everything changed.
I was there again.
But this time…
It wasn't the forest.
It was something else.
A massive structure stood in front of me.
A palace.
But it was broken.
Destroyed.
Walls cracked.
Pillars shattered.
Debris scattered everywhere.
The air felt cold.
Heavy.
Dead.
It didn't feel like a place meant for the living.
I stepped forward.
Slowly.
Carefully.
Each step echoed.
Too loud.
Too empty.
Then—
I suddenly stopped moving.
Something felt wrong.
I realized...I wasn't alone there.
I didn't see anyone.
But I could feel it.
A presence.
Watching.
My heartbeat quickened.
I moved deeper inside.
Drawn forward without understanding why.
And then…
I saw it.
A large hall.
At the center—
A broken throne.
And on it…
Someone was sitting.
I froze.
I couldn't see its face.
It was covered in darkness.
But I could feel it.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
It didn't move.
Not even slightly.
But suddenly—
My head started to hurt.
A sharp pressure.
Deep inside my mind.
I grabbed my head.
Trying to resist.
But it kept increasing.
My thoughts felt… unstable.
Like something was interfering.
I tried to look away—
But I couldn't.
My eyes were locked on it.
And then—
Images flashed in my mind.
The sky.
Red light.
The fight.
I was seeing it again.
But this time…
I noticed something different.
Far away—
Beyond the chaos—
There was stillness.
A faint purple glow.
It wasn't part of the fight.
It wasn't reacting.
It was controlling.
Everything.
My breathing became uneven.
I looked back at the throne.
The figure was still there.
Unmoving.
Silent.
But now I understood.
This…
Was not random.
The pressure in my head intensified.
It felt like something was pushing into my mind.
Searching.
Pulling.
I dropped to my knees.
"Stop…" I muttered.
But nothing changed.
The air suddenly felt heavier....harder to breathe.
My vision started to blur.
The palace…
The throne…
Everything began to distort.
And then—
Darkness.
I woke up with a gasp.
I was in my room.
Morning light filled the space.
Everything looked the same.
But I wasn't.
I sat there, breathing heavily.
Trying to calm down.
"It was just a dream…" I whispered.
But even as I said it…
I knew—
It wasn't.
I slowly looked at my hands.
They were normal.
But the feeling…
Was still there.
That pressure.
That presence.
And deep inside—
A single thought remained—
Something had noticed me.