'When did you two meet?'

'How long are you waiting for him?'

I expected those questions from Vasishtha for me and her. But he was silent. They were sitting together on the couch but he remained to the corner and she confined to the corner near me.

She was looking at him but he was looking another way; he was busy playing his game. Tears rolled out of her eyes eventually, but he didn't look at her. I was tired of looking at them. But she was still trying to make eye contact with him.

'I am sorry, you have to find out like this.' she said to him.

'What do you think you are doing Siddarth? You are here to beg us to spare your life. You dared to touch our creator.' His voice was ruthless and wild.

He was not looking at her or responding to her.

'You misunderstood the situations.' I insisted.

'What happened?' Uncle's voice resonated out of nowhere.

He must have guessed the situation by then as Vasishtha didn't talk slowly.

'You are going to pay for this.' He rustled on my face and left.

'Talk to me Siddarth,' uncle occupied the place his son left.

'Do you want me to start with today or from the day I first met her?' I asked.

'I want a complete story. I need a reason to prove her wrong.' His words spilled out the hatred.

Eleonara left the place as soon as she heard his loathing words.

So left to the uncle alone, I began.

"After Vedika left me, I resigned to my existing job and left the city. Then, I met a girl at my work named Jazmin. She was remarkable and helped me in handling myself. I thought she was the better person and friend I was gifted with. Months passed like days and two years completed like nothing."

I paused. I took a moment to continue.

'Did you love that girl?' uncle fired me a question meanwhile.

'What? No. I wasn't ready for love then.'

'Continue,' he ordered.

'One day we decided to meet at a restaurant. She was supposed to be a restaurant by six in the evening, but she didn't show up. Instead, she called me saying she was not interested. So, she asked me to come to my house. I thought she was waiting for me...'

'But my son was waiting for you.' He completed my words.

'I was moving from place to place ever since then.'

'What about today then?' he asked.

'I found that Eleonara is Jazmin.'

'She shifted herself for a normal?' he busted out.

I understood that he was talking about me. I was unusably normal for them

'Do you people can change like that?'

'Only the creator,' His voice was ironic.

'Take some rest kid. You are going to be grilled in the morning.'

His last words didn't have any affection in them. But I knew I had nothing to do but wait.

I was in a great hall again. It had all the cultured and refined architecture sculptured on the walls. It had round pillars and a giant table with chairs around it. The place was royal and majestic. I could guess that I was going to witness a round table conference.

Early in the morning Vasishtha woke me up and asked me to fresh up. I thought he was serious. But he left me in that room and kept me waiting for the last two hours. I knew he was being unnecessarily cold and harsh. According to him, I was in love with his sister and hugged his best friend; I couldn't expect a V.I.P treatment.

'Excuse the place for me,' Eleonara entered the room, 'our people are not good admirers of modern architecture.'

'It's okay. I like the place.' I said.

She was not like I saw her yesterday. She was free wind the day before but at the moment she was about to represent an important position among her people. She had to make a judgment. Her clothes were also formal, deciding, and captivating.

'Are you scared about today?' she asked, settling in the center chair; the place of a leader.

'I am worried about Vedika,' I said, looking into her eyes.

She was silent for a jiff. I knew she would.

'I will get Vedika out of there. I promise.' she said with a smile.

'Those dream hikers who took her, did you contact them?'

'They are not hikers; they are mares.'

I heard a new word again.

'What are they?'

'Most of our people don't need your humans for anything. But these mares do. They feed on bad and frightening dreams of your people. They suffocate you in your sleep and live upon that.'

'So like blood to vampires and oxygen to us, their Mares need scary dreams to survive?' I asked with a confused face.

'Precisely,' she flinched.

'How did they enter the plane if they are not hikers?'

'Your girlfriend is not the only one who joined them against me. They could have some dream hikers helping them to travel.'

'But what do they need Vedika for?'

'Mares are nothing but dream makers gone wild. But their dreams are not stable. People wake up in the middle of the nights most of the time.'

'So?' I didn't want her to stop talking. I guessed an answer and I prayed that she shouldn't say that.

'What if humans have a machine to print their own money?' she said with a wincing expression on her face.

'What if mares get someone who can make stable terrifying dreams for them?' I said in horror.

'They are evil,' I shouted, 'Can't you control them?'

'I was trying ever since I became a creator.' She reasoned.

Before I opened my mouth, Vasishtha and his father entered the room. So I remained mute. I was occupied by the thoughts that were incessantly scaring me about Vedika's position. Vasishtha walked in and leaned to a pillar beside her. But his father settled in one of the chairs that were in a row left to her. I was leaning to a pillar too. I thought I could sit after everyone had arrived; but watching Vasishtha standing, I assumed that those chairs were not for everyone.

'Are you both still fighting?' uncle asked both of them.

'I don't know why he's acting weird.' She whined.

'Of course, why should I act weird? I saw my friend with a guy in a very uncomfortable situation. Additionally, he's the guy my sister had loved. I think I must be glad.' He ironically criticized.

'I love him, for god's sake.' She shouted back at him.

'That's not something a creator must say.' Uncle suggested.

'You are saying that a creator shouldn't have a heart.'

As they were conversing, the doors of the hall opened and six people walked in. They looked deadly and peculiar. There were two women and four men. They ambled inside slowly as if there was a piece of electrifying background music played for them. They were all young but I could bet that they were all hundreds of years old. Settling in their respected seats at the table, they all gave me a hostile look and I felt a chill ran down my body.

'Welcome to Reverie everyone,' Eleonara began.

'We never thought we have to discuss something like this.' the woman at the end mouthed.

I knew she just called me a 'thing' but I didn't retort.

'Isabelle, don't be pessimistic,' Eleonara said.

'We have to be,' the man in the front row stood up.

There was loathing in his looks and his scorning words were unbearable.

'Jamshed, sit down,' Uncle tried to cool him.

'It's your fault, Aditya,' he grumbled, 'if you had put your daughter in control, we wouldn't have to worry about our secrecy now.'

It was an old-fashioned dialogue but uncle seemed to be affected by it.

'Let's not blame each other and prepare a solution for it,' Eleonara shouted.

Everyone turned silent at her words. She was indeed a leader.

'Make him a prisoner here forever,' three out of four men suggested.

'Kill him,' the two women recommended.

Those women were deadly than I estimated. I was in the middle of the hall looking like a lost puppy while people were preparing my death sentencing.

'Aditya, have you gone numb? Or is this because you believe in your daughter's love?'

'Don't be stupid Marta.' Uncle snapped back.

Their names were different just like their faces. I think they were the main representatives.

'Feed him to mares,' the man named Jamshed proposed.

Everyone in the room was dumbstruck. It was the brutal comment that anyone had ever made against me. I was shivering. I was having a sense that I could faint at any moment.

'Have you gone made Jamshed?' Eleonara snapped aggressively, 'we are not the 'torture' type. That makes us different from mares.'

'Have you too developed care for him creator?' he asked, walking near her, 'Is he the reason why our unity is falling? Is he more powerful than us? Or is he more worth than our race?' he whispered in her ears.

I was losing my vanity slowly. Vasishtha was silent all the way and not picking any sides. He was playing a fair game.

'I think it's time we should conclude,' the woman Isabelle said.

'Let's feed him to mares,' Jamshed said again.

Everyone was arguing that their option was best. Uncle was debating with Marta, while Isabelle, Eleonara, and the other men were assessing the worst that might happen because of me.

I was simply praying God to help me out of the situation. I was pretty sure that anything might happen anytime. As everyone was busy with their ideas, Jamshed hammered on the table with his hand.

'Let's proceed with death,' he made a decision.

Isabelle winked, Marta chuckled and uncle remained speechless. Eleonara stared at my face with her eyes widened.

'Death by mares,' Jamshed said again.

There was no time for anyone to respond. A light emerged from his hands and it intensified all over the hall. The place around us began to tremble like it did when we were on the plane.

'Stop it,' Eleonara shouted.

'Too late,' Jamshed gave a malicious smile.

In a split second the spacious hall started filling with people. Mares began falling out of that light like fruits from a tree. I thought he opened a portal to let the mares into the pyramid. The mares were eyeing at me, hissing and mocking their heads.

'You don't allow mares in my palace,' Eleonara infuriated with anger.

She rose into the air, Jamshed did the same and they both began combating with each other. Unexpectedly, along with mares, Vedika fell out of the portal too. Held in locks around her hands, she rushed to me.

On the other side, mares were also sprinting towards me. They were too many and even if anyone in the hall wanted to try to help me live, they just couldn't succeed.

*

I attempted to keep the main one alive, but mares seemed to be powerful. Don't stop now. You will miss something important.

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