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A house that does not belong to you can never be yours unless gifted to you by the owner.
A mansion loomed in the distance. The waves crashed against it relentlessly. It’s marble and quartz exterior gleamed in the early morning’s glory.
Chase stared at the massive structure as if he couldn’t believe it was there. There again, what was there to question anymore? So many unexplainable things have already happened. It made Chase’s head spin.
His eyes fixed on the sea surrounding them. The ocean cradled him like he were it’s own child. Gentle, yet a sense of firmness.
The mansion was no ordinary one, however. Chase gathered that. It was a Greek mansion. An ancient one. One that has seen years of turmoil. Ages of war. Falls of empires and kings. Yet this house has held strong and firm, without a sign of faltering.
As if called by an unseen force, Chase stood. The water stood at his ankles. Not enough to drown, just enough to hurt. To scare. Chase forgot of Buddy’s presence. He took a step towards the mansion. The sand beneath his feet lifted and settled with every step. The soft breeze blew through his hair. The sun made his golden hair gleam.
The breeze blew around him, carrying the taste of the sea in it’s embrace.
As the he waded through the waves, the water rose. The mansion grew closer. By the time the water was up to his knees, the structure loomed over him. It’s doors open. Yellow and purple curtains fluttering in the wind.
Chase stepped up onto the steps of the mansion. The building beckoned him inwards.
The interior was in ruins. Pillars lay in rubble and alters in shambles. Torn fabrics lay on the cracked floor.
Chase became aware of his own appearance now. He was no longer in his clothes from before. He wore a white robe of a fine touch. His feet were bare and the ends of his garments were soaked and dripping water. The sleeves were cut open and were tied by a golden ring on each of Chase’s index fingers.
He turned his attention back to the expanse of the room. On the floor was what once looked like a dias. A sun dias. Or maybe a star. In the middle, it looked like something had been destroyed. Bare marble shown like bare skin.
An alter. Destroyed. Chase approached it, stepping down onto the lowered part of the floor that was the dias.
He was flooded with visions. His knees became weak and he collapsed to the floor.
A figure with long dark hair kneeling on the floor in front of a being whose skin shone as bright as the stars on a clear night. The alter was in the center of the room, and it was overflowing with offerings and other items.
The two figures in the middle of the room were speaking to each other in hushed, yet affectionate voices. Chase couldn’t understand what they were saying. Almost as if they were speaking in a different language.
“Utinam tibi non necesse esset abire,” the blond figure said. The dark haired one sighed and stood. Their hair falling over their shoulders and swaying just below their hips.
“Utinam etiam mihi ire non necesse esset,” the dark figure replied. Their robes were a dark purple. They wore armor the color of midnight with intricate carvings.
“Sospes sodes, Lobularia maritima,” the blond told the other. The dark figure turned, appearing to let go of the former’s hand as they went. The darker figure walked across the dias to where Chase was standing. They walked past Chase as if they could not see him.
Chase looked up at the figure. Their hair was braided in several different places. Their skin was a pale color and their eyes were a deep gray.
Chase’s eyes followed the figure as they exited the room. He then noticed that the scenery outside of the mansion had changed. There was no longer an ocean. There was a field populated with flowers now surrounding the mansion.
Chase turned, stepping up off of the dias. Suddenly, the vision was gone. He was laying on his side on the dias. His face plastered against the cold stone. His robes fluttered around him as the breeze ran around him like it was trying to wake him.
He sat up, propping his hands underneath himself. That’s when he noticed the golden chalice that was now in front of him. He looked over the rim of the cup. A shimmering blue liquid was staring back up at him.
He cautiously picked up the chalice. He contemplated downing the solution. Instead, he set the cup on the raised step before standing up.
He approached the spot where the alter once was. This was where he saw the two figures together.
Chase knelt down and ran his hand along the bare stone. A sense of nostalgia raced over him.
“Quis es?” a voice commanded.
Chase jumped and stood quickly. In front of him stood a tall person. Chase remembered this person.
It was the blond person from his vision.