The Entrance

RED

Darkness.

I felt the darkness enveloping me, suffocating my sense. I longed to break free, but my body remained paralyzed, trapped in this nightmarish state.

Red, wake up. A voice calling out to me, urging me to wake up, echoed with a mix of urgency and familiarity. It felt like a jolt of electricity coursing through my veins, awakening me from the depths of my subconscious. The words were foreign, yet somehow they resonated deep within me, stirring a sense of recognition.

ξυπνάω. The voice cried out, and In that moment, I knew... I had to wake up.

I sat up, gasping for air, my heart racing in my chest. The room was still and quiet, with Aunt May sleeping nearby. Feeling the sweat clinging to my body, I made my way to the bathroom, seeking solace in the coolness of running water. As I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my heart continue to thump erratically, betraying my attempts to calm my nerves.

Placing my hand on my chest, I could feel the relentless pounding, a reminder that something I was amiss. Confusion clouded my thoughts as I wondered what could be causing these unsettling physical sensations.

The person who called out to me spoke a language that I couldn't quite recognize. It was unfamiliar, yet somehow it resonated deep within me. As for the situation, it seemed like bad timing for these strange occurrences to happen just as I was about to make my escape.

To calm my nerves, I turned on the tap and let the sound of the flowing water wash over me. Splashing my face with water helped to soothe my racing heart. I reminded myself to take deep breaths, inhaling slowly to find a sense of calm amidst the chaos.

Finally, when I felt my heart returning back to it's normal rhythm, I left the bathroom and noticed my aunt had rolled over to my side, still asleep.

'Silly woman.' I thought, with a mix of affection and amusement.

As the first rays of sunlight caressed my face, I slowly opened my eyes and realized that dawn had already arrived. It felt peculiar to be awake at such an early hour, considering I was not particularly fond of mornings. But fate had decided otherwise, and since I was already up, I knew it was time to start preparing for the journey ahead.

Casting a fleeting gaze at Aunt May, who was still peacefully asleep, I hesitated for a moment before quietly slipping out of the room. With utmost care, I turned the doorknob, ensuring not to disturb her slumber, and closed the door behind me.

Returning to my own room, I stood there for a moment, silently contemplating the space that had been my sanctuary for so long. It dawned on me that it would be quite some time before I would set foot in this room again.

"Well, Red," I murmured to myself, summoning the resolve to face the imminent task at hand.

Hours passed by in a flurry of activity, as I meticulously organized my belongings. Though the process proved to be exhausting, I finally completed the task and collapsed onto my bed, feeling a sense of accomplishment. Thankfully, I didn't possess an abundance of possessions, as everything I owned could easily fit into two suitcases.

As I lay on my bed, catching my breath, I turned my head to the side and noticed that the sky had transformed into a canvas of vibrant hues, a clear sign that morning had arrived. And with the arrival of morning came the realization of what awaited me.

"Dear, you better be..." Aunt May's voice trailed off as she entered the room and caught sight of the suitcases, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Well," she said, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she leaned against the doorframe.

"I see someone's rather eager to depart from here," she remarked, her tone tinged with amusement.

"It's not that," I replied, attempting to justify my actions without revealing the true reason behind my early awakening.

"Yes, it's quite unusual for you to be up so early," she nodded in agreement, understanding my sentiment.

"Right," I responded, rising from the bed and making my way to the bathroom.

"But I haven't taken my bath yet, and he'll be arriving soon," I muttered, both of us sharing a sigh as we remembered the arrival of my "Uncle."

"He's not exactly known for his patience," Aunt May remarked before leaving the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

Stepping into the bathroom, I swiftly discarded my clothes, eagerly anticipating the warmth of the shower. As the water cascaded down my body, I felt a sense of relief and relaxation wash over me. The sound of each droplet hitting the ground was music to my ears, a symphony of tranquility that I could listen to indefinitely.

Emerging from the shower, I wrapped a towel around myself and made my way to the closet. Carefully selecting a dark light blue hoodie, paired with dark blue jeans and white sneakers, I examined my reflection in the mirror. My natural red curls, tinged with hints of orange upon close inspection, perfectly complemented my vibrant green eyes-a feature I took pride in possessing.

Deciding to tie my hair back into a ponytail, I secured it with a hairband and proceeded to gather my belongings, deciding to head out.

As I descended the stairs, the sound of raised voices reached my ears, and I realized Aunt May was engaged in a heated argument with Uncle J. He had arrived, and it seemed that tensions were already running high.

"She hasn't even had her breakfast yet!" Aunt May's voice rang out, frustration evident in her tone.

"She doesn't have time for that; I need to take her now," Uncle J persisted, his voice filled with urgency.

Determined to witness the outcome of their clash, I deliberately slowed my pace, eventually reaching the bottom of the stairs while their argument continued to unfold.

"Watch your tone, J. This may have been your home once, but you no longer have that right over me," she asserted, clearly asserting her independence.

Good for him, I thought, silently applauding Aunt May's strength.

Uncle J fell silent for a moment, his expression a mixture of resignation and fatigue. A sigh escaped his lips, signaling his defeat.

Ahem. I coughed, breaking the tension that hung in the air.

Startled, Uncle J turned towards me, revealing that he was dressed in a sleek black suit that accentuated his well-defined physique. Despite the circumstances, I couldn't help but acknowledge his undeniable handsomeness.

I wonder why they broke up, I mused, briefly pondering the history between them.

"Red, my dear, come and eat," Aunt May's voice called out from the dining room. I immediately made my way to the table, taking a seat and waiting for her to join me.

"I know you might not enjoy their food since I am the best cook," she teased, her wink attempting to lighten the heavy atmosphere that still lingered.

Her words brought a smile to my face, momentarily alleviating the tension that had settled within me.

Aunt May soon returned, carrying a stack of pancakes that had seemingly materialized out of thin air. I silently marveled at how I hadn't caught a whiff of their delicious aroma earlier.

As I began to eat, I couldn't help but steal a glance at Uncle J. He appeared restless, his gaze darting towards his wristwatch at regular intervals. Impatience etched across his face, he drummed his fingers on the table, creating a comical spectacle.

An idea formed in my mind.

Lowering my bags next to me, I leaned closer to the knife and fork laid out before me and deliberately started to eat at a snail's pace. Each bite was slow and deliberate, as if time itself had slowed down.

I looked up discreetly, hoping to catch a glimpse of Uncle J's reaction.

Is he smirking? I wondered, surprised to find him more composed than ever. He pulled out a chair and settled himself opposite me, his expression relaxed and self-assured.

"Well, Red, it seems you're ready to meet your demise," he remarked, an impish smile playing on his lips.

Caught off guard, a tinge of fear crept into my heart at his ominous words.

"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

"I mean, for all we know, those creatures that attacked could be here at this very moment, and you're leisurely enjoying your last meal. So, enjoy," he stated matter-of-factly, convinced that he had won the battle by playing the death card.

Fine, he won.

"Well, I'm full," I declared, putting an end to the charade. Uncle J remained silent, effortlessly shouldering the weight of the luggage as if it were nothing, and began making his way outside. Reacting quickly, I stood up and moved closer to Aunt May, who appeared visibly drained from the entire ordeal.

Tightly gripping her hand, I walked with her to the door. Stepping outside, we were met with the sight of Uncle J's sleek automobile-a sturdy jeep.

As Aunt May released her grip on my hand, she turned to face me. Her eyes conveyed a multitude of emotions, silently pleading with me to stay safe. I nodded in understanding, wishing desperately that she could join me on this perilous journey.

"Call me as soon as you reach there," she whispered into my ear, her voice filled with a mixture of worry and love.

"I know. I've already planned on secretly taking Uncle J's phone without his knowledge," I responded, attempting to inject a touch of humor into the heavy atmosphere.

Aunt May chuckled softly in response, her laughter providing a fleeting moment of respite amidst the tension." I know, you told me last night,"

Finally, she released me from her embrace, and I reluctantly made my way towards Uncle J's car. I opened the door, but before I could step inside, I turned back to steal one last glimpse of Aunt May and the house that had become my sanctuary.

Taking a deep breath, I entered the front seat of the car, taking my place beside Uncle J, who had been observing our farewell exchange with a watchful gaze.

As I settled into the seat, I couldn't help but give Aunt May a final wave, summoning all the strength within me to resist the temptation of running back to her and starting a completely different life.

Glancing through the side mirror, I fixated my gaze on Aunt May and the house, drinking in the sight until the car made a turn, and reality came crashing down upon me. It was at that moment that the gravity of the situation truly sank in.

I attempted to relax in the confines of the car, but a sense of unease clung to me like a second skin. The weight of the unknown loomed heavily over me, making it impossible to find solace.

"Hey..." I turned to face Uncle J, his serious expression disarming me slightly. Despite his stern demeanor, I couldn't help but find him peculiar and, in a way, amusing.

"I know this is far from your comfort zone. It's not easy, believe me. But you did the right thing, Red," he offered, his words laced with an attempt to provide comfort in this tumultuous moment.

"I understand," I replied, my gaze shifting to the window, attempting to distract myself from the whirlwind of emotions. However, the passing scenery failed to alleviate my restlessness, leaving me trapped in my own thoughts as the car continued its journey.

" Umm... Could you spell it for me to sleep like before?" I whispered softly, my voice trembling with a mix of vulnerability and longing for comfort. My uncle started to object, but he could see the tears welling up in my eyes, and he quickly nodded, understanding the depth of my need. With utmost care, he placed his warm hand on my forehead, his touch soothing and reassuring.

"Sleep, Red," he whispered gently, his voice carrying a sense of tenderness and protection. As his words washed over me, a sense of calm enveloped my weary soul, and I surrendered to the tranquility of sleep.

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"Red, come here! You don't want to be late for school!" Mum's voice echoed through the house, urging me to get ready. I groaned and instantly crawled under my bed, my tousled hair sticking out in every direction.

I despised going to school. It was supposed to be a place of happiness and learning, but my classmates constantly made jokes about my appearance. It was demoralizing.

"Red, honey, Dad's waiting for you," Mum said softly, knocking at my bedroom door.

"Oh, you're finally here."

"Who's here?" I asked, curious.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Hathaway. I'll drop her off at school. Tell Sir to go to work," a familiar voice chimed in. I recognized that voice anywhere.

My heart started racing. Why did he have to show up now? He would catch me. I had to stay quiet this time.

"Thank you, you're a lifesaver," I heard Mum's footsteps slowly fade away, and then someone began to twist the doorknob gently, as if handling a precious treasure.

No.

He opened the door, and I immediately noticed his shoes. They were blue with red stripes, really cool-looking. They seemed to match his vibrant personality perfectly.

Suddenly, he bounced onto my bed as if it were nothing, his energy contagious and irresistible.

"Red, I know you're down there," he struggled to hold back a laugh, his voice like a playful melody that echoed in my ears.

"I can hear your heart beating again. Should I carry you, or will you come and give Mr. Cutie Pie a big warm hug?" His eyes twinkled mischievously, inviting me to join in his playful game.

"Please, Red, come give me a big hug, please," he whined playfully, even though he was a giant compared to me. His voice had a warmth that melted my worries away, replacing them with a sense of comfort and belonging.

His pleas were so tempting, like a siren's call.

I emerged from under the bed and saw him with his eyes closed, arms spread wide, waiting patiently for me. His whole being exuded an aura of safety and acceptance.

I jumped onto him suddenly, and he quickly enveloped me in his usual bear hug, his strong arms wrapping around me like a cozy blanket. His presence was a shelter from the storm, a sanctuary of affection where my fears faded away.

His scent was the best-it reminded me of rain and sunshine mixed together. It sounded weird, but I loved it anyway. It was a unique fragrance that belonged to him alone, a blend of earthy freshness and warmth that made me feel at home.

"Red, why don't you want to go to school?" He sat me on his lap and leaned against the head of the bed, creating a little world just for the two of us.

"You know why," I whispered, looking down, feeling the weight of my insecurities pressing on my heart.

"Red, look at me," he gently urged, his voice as tender as a caress. He always told me that I should always look at him while talking. I didn't know why, but I felt shy because he was really beautiful. His eyes always looked at me in some strange way that little me didn't understand.

"How about this: every time you go to school, I'll always pick you up," he suggested, his voice filled with a heartfelt promise that resonated deep within me. I suddenly raised my head, beaming with the brightest smile I could muster, my worries melting away like snowflakes in the warm embrace of spring.

"Really? But what about your football practice? I know you love it," I said, aware of his passion for the sport, not wanting to be a burden.

"Forget it. I'm the best at it anyway, and you're much more important than some ball," he winked, making me blush instantly, my cheeks turning the color of rosy petals in full bloom.

"You look so adorable when you blush," I said, smiling at him as he pinched my cheek gently, his touch sending a delightful shiver down my spine.

"Now, can I take you to school, please?" He pouted, his eyes filled with a mix of playfulness and longing, making it impossible to resist his request. I couldn't deny him anything, not when he looked at me like that.

I nodded, and he scooped me up, starting to leave the room, his arms cradling me like a precious treasure. I nestled into his chest and relaxed, knowing that he didn't mind how touchy I was with him, cherishing the warmth and security of his embrace.

He never complained.

●●●

Red,

Red!

Red!!

The sound of my name echoed in my ears, tugging me out of my slumber. Irritated, I reluctantly peeled my eyes open and found my uncle standing before me, his gaze fixed on me.

"What?" I grumbled, stretching my body and letting out an accompanying yawn.

"We're here," he chuckled lightly, his amusement apparent. Confusion washed over me as I glanced out the window and noticed the encroaching darkness. It felt like I had been sleeping for hours.

"Wait, how long was I out?" I asked, suddenly sitting up straight in my seat.

"About eight hours," he replied, and I immediately bolted upright, my eyes widening in disbelief.

"You're kidding, right?" I questioned him, struggling to comprehend the passage of time.

"No joke. Seems like you really enjoyed that dream, huh?" he teased, causing my cheeks to flush crimson.

"What? I... I don't know what you're talking about," I stammered, attempting to hide my embarrassment.

"Allow me to ask you something, if I may," he began inquisitively.

"You may not," I retorted playfully, trying to divert his attention.

"Why is it that you always have such a radiant smile in your dreams? I mean, a genuine smile. I know you're not dating anyone or infatuated with someone, so who is it?" His words caught me off guard. Did he really believe that I had no interest in dating? It's not my fault that my high school is filled with hormone-driven boys.

But he deserved to know the truth. The dreams felt too real, too meaningful to ignore.

And yet, how would he react when he discovered that his niece had been harboring a crush on a person she couldn't even remember whenever she dreamt, for the past three years?

"You what?"

"Oh, damn! I forgot he can read minds," I realized, a sudden pang of panic gripping me.

"I know it sounds strange," I began, attempting to explain myself.

"It's not just strange, Red, it's downright bizarre," he exclaimed, clearly struggling to comprehend the situation.

"Are you suggesting I'm some sort of stalker?"

"No, no, it's not like that at all," I replied defensively, wondering why he would jump to such conclusions.

"It all started on my sixteenth birthday when it first happened," I began, hoping to shed some light on the matter.

"And?" he prodded, his curiosity piqued.

"The dreams felt more like memories. I saw my parents in most of them, although I had no idea they were my parents at the time. It wasn't until Aunt May showed me their pictures that I made the connection," I explained, recalling the initial confusion and subsequent realization.

"So, let me get this straight. You keep seeing this person in your dreams?" he summarized, attempting to grasp the situation.

I nodded. "Perhaps he had some connection to my brother. If you see him again, maybe I can find someone who can draw him based on your description."

"Well, that might be a problem," I said, earning him to furrow his brow in concern.

"Why?" He inquired, puzzled by my response.

"The thing is... I don't know what he looks like," I whispered softly, feeling a mixture of frustration and longing. I gazed out the window, noticing a dense fog enveloping the surrounding forest.

Wait, the forest?

"By the way, where exactly are we?" I asked, suddenly realizing that I had no idea where we were headed.

"We're at the entrance to the realm," he replied casually.

"Why take this route? Don't you have some sort of spell to teleport us or something?" I questioned, recalling my own magical abilities.

"First of all, those are your powers, not mine. And secondly, I don't possess the kind of magic required for teleportation. I'm a hunter, not a witch," he clarified.

"You mentioned an entrance, but I don't see any doors here," I observed, scanning the withering trees and wondering how a doorway could exist in such an environment.

"Who said anything about opening a bloody door?" he retorted, slamming the car door shut and leaving me alone inside.

"Are you coming out, or what?" he called from outside, his voice tinged with impatience.

Oh boy.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for whatever awaited me beyond that car door. It seemed that my dream-filled journey was about to take a new, unexpected turn.

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