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There were nights when Trek couldn't wait to go to sleep. His friends called him lazy, listless. After all, he woke up in the morning with an immense desire to go back to bed. The truth was, he dreamed. He loved to dream. He dreamed of a woman with yellowish skin, blond hair, a kind but determined look. They were together from the moment he closed his eyes to the moment he opened them again. For days, months, perhaps, he had wished with all his heart that that woman was real, that she was really with him.
She was like a goddess who protected him from afar, she watched over him and took shape only in his dreams, in his greatest desires. And when the sun rose and the morning drew near, she disappeared and he felt that pang in his heart, because he would have to wait another day before seeing her again.
The first time she appeared, he was confused.
He was in the desert of the rock, lying on the soft sand, the warm sun covering him like a sheet, and the sweet sound of a very soft whistling. She was on a rock, watching him, curiously. Her green eyes studied him from afar, curving her face as soon as she saw that he was looking at her.
The sun beat down on her skin and made it shine so much that the desert seemed so dark in comparison. The whole time they had looked at each other, without saying a word, in a silence where only their heartbeats were recognizable.
As soon as Trek blinked, the dream was over. Too soon, as soon as he opened his eyes he missed her, as if something had been taken from his chest.
The second time he saw her, it was a week later. He was running in a mine, chasing her. Her figure appeared and disappeared at every corner. She wasn't running away: she stopped after a while, making him gain ground, and then ran again, while he desperately tried to touch her, to know if she was real or just a bad trick of his mind. At a certain point, they come to a dead end and she stops. He reaches her. She is so close and he reaches out to caress her cheek, but he can't even touch her, that she disappears and he falls into a black and dark ditch. As if she had been the light that illuminated the tunnel.
He woke up with a start, the night was still young and the moon was shining high in the sky. He slept until the next morning, but she did not return.
The next day, she reappeared, and spoke to him.
They were inside a castle, probably Rock Castle, alone, as always. They were eating sloggù, one in front of the other, when she started to speak. To his ears, her voice was so melodious and calm. Their conversation lasted a long time, mainly she was telling and he was nodding, enchanted. He never knew her name, though, as if the goddess wanted to remain anonymous. He would find out, sooner or later.
From that moment on, they had met again and again. Each time in different places, in their Kingdom.
Months later, he dreamed of her on a high cylindrical rock. It almost seemed like she was asking him to climb up, with her. He had never climbed before, and was afraid of heights. But the goddess was calling him, and he was obeying like a vassal. For a moment he felt like he was flying into her arms, and he almost didn't realize he had reached the top, with her holding him tight and embracing him.
It was so warm, so cozy, that he didn't want to wake up. But the next morning, as soon as he opened his eyes, she would disappear, like always. She had taken his heart, she had stolen it and was keeping it. They kissed, it all seemed so sudden, but the feeling of her lips on his was so beautiful, he felt blissful, he felt like the luckiest man in the world to have kissed a goddess like her.
It all went by so fast, too fast, because when he opened his eyes again, he saw his room, in the tower, but his lips were still wet, and her scent was on his blankets. And he smiled.
He waited for the night all day, he tried naps, but she never came, except when it was deep at night.
This time they were in a ravine, she was getting closer to him, and then she kissed him, as if the goddess had waited all day for him, as he had for her. By now he was lost, bewitched by her, to be her humble henchman. They had lain down on the sand, kissed, held, and, taken by passion, they had made love.
The next day, he had woken up with his nostalgia. He had not yet discovered her name, but she was like a shadow that echoed on him. Each time it seemed that a piece of him had been stolen in his sleep.
That same day, searching for a fragment, they found themselves in a ravine, that same ravine, as if fate was mocking him. A roar tore through the air, as a woman ran toward them. She was scared, sweaty, and... and she was the goddess..
Siran never expected the pleasant surprises that life was offering her. One night she went to bed, closed her eyes, and found herself in the desert, with a Gormian sleeping on the sand. It all seemed so real and unreal, as she whistled and watched him. He was a stranger, he didn't seem hurt, but strangely she smiled as soon as she saw his big eyes open.
She dreamed of a strong, kind man, almost every night. Even though they hadn't spoken yet, she felt different: freer, less alone, more understood.
The second time she saw him, it was the night her village was buried under rubble. She went to bed happy, full of hope, smiling. She was running in a mine, laughing as he chased her. She still felt like she had when she was a child. But every time she went too far, the darkness devoured her, as if he were her light, and she waited for him. He turned the corner, lighting up the cave, and she started running again. Arriving at a dead end, she turned around, while he came closer and closer. He had stretched out a hand, and she was waiting for that contact to know who was that man who, in addition to lighting up the cave, lit up her life. He was so close, she could almost feel his soft fingers on her cheeks, but she was awakened with a start and almost felt like crying, while the village was being destroyed.
When she had become a slave in the service of the Darkans, she slept little, because she had to work, but she anxiously waited for that mysterious man to free her, even if in dreams, from the darkness that surrounded her.
The first time they had a real conversation, they were in Rock Castle. They were having dinner, and he was looking at her with that wonder that made her heart beat faster, as if she were some celestial creature. But she wanted to know, she even wanted to die just to know that Gormian who made her happy and free like never before. She felt understood, safe, even with just a look. She started talking and never stopped, and he nodded, and continued to stare at her with sweetness and enchantment.
Her days at the mine, at work, had never become so long, so incessant, while she missed him so much, his light, his freedom. That man made her free, even when, one night, she was on top of a rock.
He was climbing to reach her, and she was enchanted as he overcame all the obstacles as if he were flying, like an angel. She held him in her arms when he reached the top, and she felt pure, she didn't feel alone, like everything was going well, like the angel was giving her hope, like one day he would come to save her.
She felt two warm lips on hers, while the angel kissed her softly, maybe too shyly, making that hope flow in every vein, in her whole body. After that night, the angel had lit a new light in her: determination. She would save herself.
All the next day, she anxiously awaited the arrival of that angel, or at least, his return. She was still working, she was still a slave, but she felt freer than ever, so much so that, after the night, she would run away. And she would find the angel.
That same night, the angel arrived later than expected: she was in a ravine, and he appeared wrapped in light. She had been waiting for him for a long time, and she wouldn't waste another second. She had missed his lips, his arms, the hope he was giving her. She kissed him, immediately, passionately, as if she were angry at his delay, as if he were her whole life, everything that was important in it. For a moment, while they were making love, she had hoped, that it wasn't a dream, but it seemed so real. But the angel was real, and he would come soon, she would find him. It was like a drug, that consumed her, that she always needed, because without the angel she would spend her slavery wrapped in a dark cloud.
The next morning she ran away. She took her things, and ran away. She imagined the angel waiting for her outside the cave, with open arms, ready for her. She ran for a long time, with all her strength. The Darkan had seen her and was chasing her, but the angel would save her. The angel would not abandon her.
She reached the gorge, that gorge that contained so many memories, memories not lived, not real, that did not exist. There were people at the end, small different colors that became clearer as she got closer. Among the gold was a rocky, who seemed thoughtful, sad.
She recognized him immediately and began to run faster. The angel had arrived and he would save her.