Page 22 of A Broken Promise (the Freckled Fate #1)

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L arge waves crashed against the dark rock. So loud and powerful. The horizon was so clear as the endless waters met the blue sky. The afternoon sun was covered in sheer clouds. A tall, large figure stood near the edge. I ran my hand through the tall grass, walking towards it, watching a large raven coast against the strong current of the ocean airstream. The salt filled air kissed my lungs, welcoming me to the edge of the world.

The tall figure now turned to me. His dark eyes staring at me. Not at me , through me. Straight to my shivering soul, as if he could see me.

All of me.

Abruptly, I woke up to the static darkness in my room. My heart beat faster and faster while my lungs became leaden.

“It was just a dream. Just a freaky dream,” I repeated to myself out loud, trying to calm myself down, turning on the unique oil lamp on my carved nightstand, lighting up the large bedroom.

Just a dream.

I ran a hand over my forehead, rubbing my face, tugging on my cheeks to ground myself.

I could never forget that face.

Those dark, haunted eyes .

The eyes of the Destroyer General.

A drink. I needed a drink.

I moved away the heavy warm blankets and made it across the room to the washroom, my bare feet loving the feeling of the deep, plush, cream-colored carpets. I could feel cold water washing down my throat, cooling me off.

Some nights the dreams never stopped, and I enjoyed seeing a glimpse of the depth of my imagination, but I would rather never sleep than see him in my dreams again.

There was no point in trying to fall back asleep. Not when that dream made me feel so open, so violated. A small shiver ran through me like a little lightning bolt.

I could still feel the salty air in my lungs, the silky grass at my fingertips.

It all felt so real. That look. Those eyes. Ripping my scars wide open. Encroaching

into my soul.

I fought the traitorous thoughts in my brain. As much as I wished to be able to be in complete control of my feelings, of my dreams, I still wasn’t.

Angry and defeated, I grabbed a thick book off my nightstand and flipped it open.

If I wasn’t strong enough to erase my dreams, then maybe “Plants and Poisons around the world” would.