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Monday, June 24, 2013

Closed Eyes - 3

The man turned and headed toward the main land, not even making sure that Cece was following. She glanced quickly around in the sand, trying to see anything that might sparkle in the glaring sun. Her ring had to have simply come off. Or maybe my subconcious just wants me to be free of my current life for a while! Cece wasn't sure she liked the idea of not having her ring on her finger, but at least knew it was on in the waking world. Patrick won't ever even know!

After another desperate look around the sand at her feet, Cece bounded after Jeroff, now several feet ahead of her.

The wind was growing even stronger, making Cece thankful that they should be heading into a building soon where someone could hand over some clothing for her to wear. The cool air was a stark contrast to her burned skin. I must look like a lobster! No wonder this guy thinks I'm so strange!

Jeroff said nothing to Cece as she caught up to him. As they moved further from the supposed cursed water, the sand transitioned into tall patches of grass that came to her knees and felt like tiny papercuts across her sunburned skin. The grass seemed to grow around sharp rocks that cut into Cece's bare feet no matter how carefully she placed them on the hard surfaces. Jeroff never noticed, his clothing giving him plenty of protection against the grass and his shoes- boots, rather- making it easy to maneuver over the angled rocks.

After a short distance, Jeroff stopped suddenly, nearly causing Cece to run into the man. There was nothing to be seen anywhere except grass that grew more thickly and seemed much taller than what they were currently standing in. Forest lay several miles away from where they stood, the trees eerily still despite the whipping wind. Behind her she could still hear the waves splashing against the beach. The wind was howling now, making the blades of grass sway and dance furiously. Cece felt as if the wind was starting to turn her body to ice.

"Why did you stop? I thought you wanted me to talk to this Loyie person?" Cece asked, though her voice seemed lost in the brisk wind. This time it was Cece who garbled the strange name of 'Loyie'. It certainly was quite foreign. How her subconscious mind ever came up with it, Cece didn't know.

Jeroff only held up a hand. He stood stock still as if waiting for something to jump out at him.

"Well Jeroff, seems like you always bring back the interesting ones," a smooth voice said, easily carrying through the wind to reach their ears.

Peeking around Jeroff's shoulder, Cece could see a tall, very tan man seemingly materialize out from the grass, as if he had been riding with the blowing wind. His hair was the color of mud and eyes greener than she had ever seen before. He looks like he was carved from stone! Cece felt herself drool slightly at the well-built man. At least with dreams I can drool all I want!

"Prince Bramaad," Jeroff said, bowing formally. "I did not realize it was your turn to set the traps."

Prince? Cece raised her eyebrows, impressed at her dream. Now she was making very good-looking princes up that actually did some work!

The prince only smiled and winked at Jeroff before glancing toward Cece. His beautiful green eyes seemed to weigh and measure every part of her, making her blush. For the first time in her dream she wished she had on some sort of clothing, but decided against trying to cover herself. This is just a dream. Who cares if this gorgeous man sees me naked? This is just a dream…

"Where did you find her, Jeroff? You're certainly not one to go to the hells and pick out a pretty lady to take to our camp," the prince was saying, a teasing grin on his face as he turned to face the other man.

Jeroff's cheeks reddened and shook his head. "No, Prince Bramaad, I found her," he hesitated, clasping his hands behind his back and standing even straighter, "I found her in the water."

Bramaad's expression hardened and Cece could see him clench his square jaw. His green eyes returned to Cece's dark gray ones, caution filling them as he weighed and measured his options. His eyes glided down the length of her body, but he looked to be assessing her for threats, rather than for the fact that she was completely naked.

"She seems harmless enough for now," Bramaad started slowly, "but we can't take any chances. We need to talk to Loyie."

The prince turned briskly and started to weave through the grass. Cece was surprised to notice a long bow attached to his back. She hadn't noticed the weapon sticking above his shoulder before, though she supposed that her subconscious mind just now imagined it on him since he suddenly became a more threatening character. Patrick had gone bow hunting once, but beyond that, Cece had no knowledge of how useful the weapon was. It seemed like it would be a very hard weapon to learn.

Why in the world am I even thinking about this!? Cece shook her head, trying to get such thoughts out of her mind. She shivered, though this time it wasn't from the freezing wind.

Jeroff glanced over his shoulder at Cece before murmuring, "Follow my exact footsteps. There are traps everywhere in this field and you could get hurt." His voice was firm and strong, making Cece more than eager to comply.

Cece followed closely behind Jeroff, afraid to let him get too far ahead. The prince was wading his way through the tall grass, casually making wide circles when there was no visible reason to do so, and walked through a rock patch just before they reached the tree-line.

Cece's legs burned from the long walk, feeling tense and nervous to make sure she was following Jeroff exactly. Her skin felt too hot and too cold all at the same time, her sunburned skin feeling pulled and strained while the wind whipped and wound its way around her, making her teeth chatter. What I wouldn't give for some soft clothes right now!

She couldn't understand why her dream was taking her in an extremely uncomfortable direction. She had heard that dreams were supposed to teach you things about your life, but the only thing Cece felt that she was learning was that sunburn in certain areas of the body was extremely uncomfortable and that maybe she had always been too modest in her life. Being naked in front of two guys wasn't too bad, though Cece didn't think she'd bring that practice back into her waking hours.

Finally the small group reached the line of trees that seemed untouched by the wind. Bramaad carefully looked around before ducking underneath a low branch, which they could have easily gone around, but Cece didn't argue the fact. She didn't know what sort of "traps" the prince had set, but considering how much her sunburn hurt, she didn't want to find out how much one of these traps would hurt.

Once past the branch, the bitter cold wind immediately died, as if the trees somehow blocked any speck of wind that should have been able to seep through. The forest seemed to make way for a small village. Scattered around the massive trees stood small huts obviously made from a mixture of mud and branches. It was crude, but would be easy to tear down in a case of emergency moving. There were clear paths, proving the group had been there for some time, but Cece couldn't help but notice how temporary everything felt.

Looking behind where the three passed under the low branch, Cece was startled to see how the branches of the tree made an almost perfect gate, as if you could just push it open and walk straight into the grass fields.

"I'll take her from here, Jeroff," the prince muttered, his eyes darting around the camp as if making sure no one noticed the strange naked lady in their group.

"But-" Jeroff started in protest, but one look from those sharp green eyes silenced the man.

Prince Bramaad grasped Cece's arm and began pulling her around the outside of the huts, tucking her behind trees when he saw someone meandering around their little village.

"We have come too far to let someone like you ruin everything," the prince growled at Cece, no longer acting the calm and collected "nice guy". The hand clamped around her arm caused her eyes to water from how it felt against her sunburn.

"I don't even know what you're talking about. This is just a damn dream to me!" Cece growled right back, clearly frustrated. She was sick of this dream and just wanted to wake up. How hard was it for someone to just shake her awake and make this whole thing end?

Cece tried to yank her arm from Bramaad's grasp, but his hand held strong and only made her skin protest even more as he tightened his grip.

He slowly pulled her closer to him, making her stumble slightly, his green eyes locking onto her gray ones. "You will not hurt my people. You will not bring death to us. I will make sure of it."
 

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