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Alexander concentrated on the item in front of him. All he wanted to do was make it reappear two feet away from itself. Simple right? As he closed his eyes, whispering the incantation under his breathe, he raised his hand and directed his energy towards the item. It disappeared and, to his surprise, it reappeared. He smiled triumphantly, finally doing something right, before the item blew up into flames. “I-I-.... That wasn’t important to you, right?” 

N I G H T M A R E  B E F O R E  C HR I S T M A S  A U

Alexander Swain || Wizard || Wizard in Training

“Sir?”

Godric opened his eyes and saw the face of the soldier in front of him, a look of hesitation on his face. He must have drifted off, Godric thought. He did that often, because of those…dreams. It was hard to admit to himself that he was losing control over his own body at moments, even if those moments were only for a few brief seconds. It was unusual for him to dream at all. Most of that was due to the fact that he rarely slept and when he did it was only for a few hours during the night. But these dreams, they were different. They were vivid. People’s blurry faces bounced around and they spoke in voices that he knew he had heard somewhere. For some untraceable reason he was glad not to remember those faces, to not be tied to a hallucination that made no sense. Albion was his reality, and it was the place he belonged.

“Maybe it is best that we discussed whatever we talking about…later.”

Pamela sat bolt upright in the small bed she’d ended for the night. A fine sheen or sweat layered her skin as though she’d had a fitful night’s rest. The odd thing was that she couldn’t quite remember what had made her so fitful. Where where whips, flashes of images that seemed to just escape her, and underneath that, an aching in her chest. It was the loneliness and guilt she was used to feeling, but so much stronger than she remembered when she went to sleep. As she tried to real what caused it, she saw flashes of a young girl, a woman whom she felt a strange and strong kinship to, and a man who’s face she couldn’t quite make out, though she seemed to remember him having the tail of a fish.

It was ridiculous that such nonsensical dreams could make her feel such strong emotions, and yet one emotion stood out stronger than the rest. It was a rage that she felt deep within her as though it had been rooted there for a long time rather than put there by a dream. It was strong and could not be shaken off. With it, images were conjured of a woman wearing a snake around her and a large, powerful looking man who’s face she couldn’t quite make out. Most of her anger was directed at this image.

Alice woke up with a splitting headache and tears streaming from her eyes. She was having those dreams again. The dreams she could never explain. She looked around her room and saw that Mykene had decided to stay the night tonight. She hooted at Alice as a greeting before flying over to her and staring. The knight wiped the tears from her eyes and sighed. The hardest part about these dreams was trying to remember them. All she could recall was wanting to find more about her mother and wanting to learn and forgive her family. Yet if there was one thing Alice knew about her mother, it was that she knew nothing about her other than her being on this earth alive and well. 

Mykene watched her closely as Alice rubbed her eyes and looked over at her friend. Her owl always seemed to find her when she was having these dreams. It was as if she knew what she was dreaming about and wanted Alice to share. Having and keeping friends was not something that Alice did. Besides Helena and Mykene, Alice was alone in this world. No friends, no family (even though they did not live far away), and no husband or lover. Though she preferred keeping her circle of friends small, she was starting to see that there was more to life than just work. 

Becoming Commander was all she wanted in this life. Being in such a high position was like a dream. Now, however, she started to see that there was something more that she wanted. 

Mother, family, Titans, Dreams....

     Mother, family, Titans, dreams....

          Mother, family, Titans, dreams....

                 Mother, family, Titans, dreams....

She heard someone shifting by the door, someone who was looking in perhaps, but remained focused on her doodles. “Don’t look yet! I am not finished.”

alicethewise

It had been a long time since he had wanted to face the water again, but the moment to leave had come. His journey lay ahead of him, he knew, and he and his crew must face the days of turmoil ahead. They were almost ready to set sail, his men making the last few adjustments to the ship before they set sail from the island in which they had encountered the goddess Circe. Odysseus watched on from the shore’s edge, then, eyes narrowed on the horizon. He would not have noticed the appearance of another goddess, had it not been for the shift in the air, that sense of power that all gods, especially Athena, seemed to have about them. He turns his head, slowly, to meet her eyes, small smile appearing, though it is weary. “Wise one, Athena, your presence is an honour, as always.” He says with a bow of his head, before his gaze shifts back to his men. “We set sail at sun rise. To the West. Yet, no matter where we go it shall be treacherous. Poseidon will not easily forget the... incident with his son.” Odysseus swallows, still cursing himself for his own big headedness. 

mother--of--gods

Hera had undergone a long and hard labour in order to deliver her first child. She had been unsure what to do despite childbirth being in her domain as a goddess, it had taken a toll on her but she was blessed with a healthy, beautiful son. She could sense he would be strong beyond measure, the strength he carried already radiated from the tiny baby. “You will be so strong, my love,” she said softly before leaning in to kiss the baby’s forehead “I will help you do great things.” 

She was too captivated by just looking at her child, she neither saw or heard anyone come into the room. She had never known such a love, it was vastly different from the one she held for her husband. This was completely an unconditional love, this baby could grow up to hate her and yet she would still love him all the same, she knew this. A mother’s bond with her child was stronger than she had imagined, she would never fathom how mothers could give their babies away. She would rather die than be separated by the small god in her arms. The baby made a sound and she cooed at him with a wide smile on her face.