30 Dreams of Redemption (1/2)
In a beautifully sun lit forest, it was easy for Will to get lost in the swaying of the wind shaken branches. Laying under his usual tree on the side of the small cottage he relaxed after a long day of training.
”Having a good time?” Maya asked as she exited the cottage. Will sat up from his sleeping bag, taking in the beautiful girl of whom he saved from a group of guards. It seemed like so long ago that he unlocked his power and scared them out. Maya was more than happy to give him a place to stay and had been nothing but kind to him since.
”Its too beautiful a day not to be having a good time,” Will smiled as Maya took a seat next to him. ”If I could stay like this forever with you, it would be too short of a time.” Will's smile shrunk in size, he knew it wasn't possible. He had to find Michael in order to get back to where he truly belonged.
”You could stay here you know,” Maya took on a small shade of red as she plucked a blade of grass, twirling it within her fingers. ”You don't have to fight anymore, you've done enough.” Will looked at her with a gaze of a weary soldier. How he longed to stop, to live a life free of what responsibility had been placed upon his shoulders. To set down the sword and allow someone else to take that life from him.
As he thought of the blissful life, he felt vibrating in his pocket. Taking out his phone, there was a message from Maya. Opening it, Will's eyes went wide. Within was a picture of the wraiths thrusting a sword into the chained up girl, her last look was to him with a lifeless smile. 'Don't forget' was messaged underneath.
Looking back at Maya, the beautiful sunbathed companion was no longer there, instead was a lifeless imitation with a stab wound in her chest freely leaking blood as she stared at him. Her raven hair giving her pale skin a glow of almost pure white. ”How could you let this happen Will,” she said in a small saddened voice, ”you said you would protect me.” Tears leaked freely from his eyes as Will tried to reach for Maya, to comfort her from the pain she must be feeling. Before he could reach her, his phone went off once more. ”Answer it.” she said as her dark eyes bore an expression of curiosity.
Activating his phone, Will received a message once again from her. Instead of a picture of the lifeless Maya, there was a picture of crimson and gold. He stood there with his lineage blade, wrath evident in his features as he lopped off the wraiths hand as it went for Bianca.
”You had that the whole time Will,” Maya said with a hurt voice. ”Why didn't you use it for me?” Tears fell freely from her eyes as she looked at his phone, the picture of what could have been her salvation burning brightly. In moments the phone turned into his blade. To Will's shock, the tip of the sword had been thrust into Maya of its own accord, the flames drinking the blood that had flown from the wound. ”This is what you have to do now!” she screamed as the flames engulfed her body. ”You did this to me!” The sword dug itself further into her as she cried out in pain, the flames increasing her agony as it stripped her away piece by piece, the darkness all but consumed.
Getting up, Maya grasped the blade of the sword trying to yank it out to no avail. Walking backwards she tried to put distance between Will and the sword. The young man jumped to his feet, running after his friend who was in such pain. Before he could reach the hilt, Maya exploded into a blinding white light.
Jumping out of bed with his arm reached out, Will realized his sword had been summoned in his hand. The silver and gold blade with a ruby encrusted in gold at the pommel was glistening in crimson and gold flames.
Leaning forward in his bed will sighed and attached the blade back to the chain, allowing it to take the form of the cross. He had been waking this way for the past three weeks, ever since the vision of Maya. The same dream over and over ending In a bright white explosion.
Will cupped his face in his hands, the dream had always felt as though he was killing her each night. Again and again the sword thrusted into her, again and again awoke with it in his hand. It felt as if his aura was telling him what he had to do, as if it knew what must be done.
Sitting in his new bed, Will looked around to gather himself. His television, computer and Xbox as well as all the familiar objects brought to the manor, he found himself missing Jonathan. He had made the mansion in New York his home not even a month ago, yet the thought of not being with his dad made home feel more like a pit stop.
Will knew the man wasn't truly his father, but he had been raised by Jonathan from a young age. All of the training they went through together, the trips they took and the time they shared, Will couldn't help but want to see how he was doing.
Getting out of bed was the hardest part. Having to get dressed and train was both the best thing and the worst thing to do when one was just waking up. It was Will's uncle's belief that they should all earn their meals, so two hours before breakfast was specifically for combat training.
Groaning to himself, Will forced himself out of bed. He had twenty minutes to himself before having to go to the courtyard for sparring. Grabbing his jacket after getting dressed, Will left his room and found Leo waiting for him.
”Sleep alright?” He asked, obviously knowing the answer. Leo had been Will's best friend for what seemed like his whole life. If there was something on Will's mind, the Mass Effect sweatshirt donned genius of a best friend would know about it.
Will smiled and tried to play off being good as he placed a hand on his friends shoulder. ”It was just a bad dream, not really anything to worry about.” Will said as he started his walk down the hallway to the exit of the mansion. ”I'm sure it's just because I had the vision of Maya, maybe it's just my guilt playing in my dreams.” Leo didn't seem so convinced.
”It's one thing to have a dream while the event is still raw in you're mind,” He said as he caught up to Will. ”It's another thing to have the same dream for three weeks straight, I think you need to talk to Michael about it.” Leo sighed, he had been trying since the second dream to convince Will that he needed some help.
Being his best friend for as long as he had, Leo knew what it meant to Will to lose a friend. Maya was the one good thing that had happened to him within his time in Crystallia. After the vision in his uncle's room, Leo saw the look on his friends face. He was not about to give up on her, he would do whatever he could to unshackle the chains that held her to the corrupt flame. If he went back without a plan, Leo knew the end result.