Day Dreams ~[Sequel to 'Nightmares']~

~ Chapter 2: See for Yourself ~

          You then began to see what the others were talking about. The faint glow of red came from inside the tent, which matched the deep red-purple color that the tents were. It was out of place and somewhat hypnotizing as they just rested there. No one was around at this time as it was still late and of course, no one wanted to acknowledge the tents which were said to give signs of a falling kingdom. Your heart began to beat wildly nonetheless, this was incredible.

          As you began stepping closer, you heard the sound of slow and sinister accordion music playing. It pulled you closer and closer until you stood near the entrance of the largest tent. The music echoed from within yet you couldn't see much else as the lanterns inside did a poor job at lighting the way. What you could see was a sign by the entrance, and when reading it you became only more intrigued.

          'A Spectacular Show: a Once in a Lifetime Event

Come see the Grimm Troupe perform for the kingdom of Hollownest.

With a night of enchanting, hypnotizing, and nightmarish acts.

You won't regret it.'

          You blinked at what you read and noticed this 'Once in a lifetime event' was being held in 2 days. At that instant, a part of you decided you had to see it. It called for you to see it, but you had to get Yirel away to do so. You weren't sure how long it would be, and if you were caught going to see this show he would make your life worse than it already was.

          While making that decision, you began to hear footsteps coming from inside the tent. They were fast approaching and even voices were heard as they approached. You panicked and had to hide quickly when you dipped around to the side of the tent and shrunk back into a bit of the shadows. The footsteps grew quicker and you could make out voices.

          "I heard her, I swore I heard her voice." A male voice finally came clear. It sounded like a smooth young man's voice, which made you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

          "Master, please... I'm sure it was just the wind. This city is a loud and noisy place, It couldn't have been her," another voice conversed with the male. This one sounded like a female though much older and even creepy some could say, but she tried to be soothing to the male she called her master but he wouldn't take her answer.

          "No, I heard her. I know I did, with all my heart and he heard her too." The male seemed in distress and upset. The woman only let out a gentle sigh as you peaked around the tent to see if you could catch sight of these two figures. Though from your angle, you only saw a long pink figure as she slithered around and looked up to a tall dark figure you could not see well, a hand resting on his chest though as he spoke though.

          "Master, I understand you're in pain. She was a wonderful woman, and her time simply came as all life does. I think you're letting the rain warp into something it isn't."

          "She said 'Look for her'... Does she want me to find her? What if she isn't truly gone?" He mumbled then as he looked around and added, "What if she is here and that was why we were truly called." That was when you saw his eyes, how they glowed a light cherry red and burned into your memory. You let out a small gasp and covered your mouth before ducking back around the tent. The red-eyed male let out a huff as if knowing that someone could possibly be there but the woman stopped him.

          "You're getting soaked out here Master... She isn't here. She's gone, and that's okay. You need to accept her death as your father came to accept his mother's death."

          "He never had time to grow with his mother, and I know for a fact it still hurt him. She was my everything when doubt came to mind and times were rough she still smiled and played a melody so sweet and hopeful. She made me feel like my life wasn't one on repeat for so long like I was different than the rest, and she would say so herself...." His voice faltered and you felt sadness pluck at your heart. The woman hushed him and clearly was doing her best to help him with his sorrow.

          "She loved you with every fiber of her being, and so did your father. They're in a better place now."

          "He heard her too, deep down he calls for her still. I'm not sure if they are in better places. I know I'm not hearing things, Divine." He mumbled and the woman which you now knew as Divine hummed.

          "Just come back inside, it's very wet out here and frankly it is a bit unpleasant. I don't know how you enjoy it." She laughed lightly and the man let out a soft chuckle, trying to also keep some positivity.

          "I suppose growing up in a different area makes me use to weather shifts like this. Let us head inside then, I'm sure some tea would not be argued against." He told as they both walked back inside. The last thing you heard was the woman named Divine's cheerful response to his offer. When their voices had drifted off and all you were left with was the sound of rain once more, you shifted from your area.

          That entire conversation left you utterly confused and baffled, but you didn't have time to question it while standing around. The more time you spent outside, the more time it would allow Yirel to wake up and take notice of your disappearance. So you quickly took your leave and made your way back home, making your way into the shop and then back upstairs.

          To your luck and surprise, Yirel was still fast asleep as you took off your cloak, shoes, and street clothing before getting into your sleepwear. You slipped back into bed, doing your best to keep to the edge and not disturb Yirel. Though as you laid under the covers, your mind ran a mile a minute. How so much had happened, and you still loved it all.

          The city in all its glory, the people who never seemed to sleep, even with the strange fountain you heard a voice at or the tents who held mysterious people talking about personal matters. It all had life, it was what you loved the most. The liveliness and freedom of it all, maybe you could be apart of it all one day yourself. Not just as a horrible shopkeeper's wife, but as more. Maybe loss doesn't come to the unworthy, maybe you were worthy of some change then. Maybe it would all change soon...