Creven’s Perspective – Part Four

“Creven, Son? Is everything okay?” I heard my Father’s voice ask, the concern in his face definitely coming through into his voice too. Slowly I nodded my human head and gently leant into Lena’s hand as she pressed it against my forehead.

“He feels really warm Corbin.” Lena remarked removing her hand and taking a step backwards, “He was fine a couple of hours ago, perfectly fine.” She continued and inside I had to agree. Ignoring their conversation I replayed my dream experience over in my mind. I could, and still can, remember all of it, the colours, smells, sounds. On hearing my memories version of the screaming I shuddered suddenly, different emotions flowing so quickly and with such force.

It was only on Lena and my Father’s reaction that I realised I’d somehow changed back into my fox form, their startled expressions and the slight increase in distance from which they had been standing. But that wasn’t my main focus of attention, I needed to get rid of the dream, to think about something else, anything else.

For the first time I started to panic, really panic. None of it made any sense, it was genuinely scaring me. Without realising I had fully dropped my guard down on my telepathic abilities, I had the dream and my Father’s and Lena’s thoughts and conversation all jumping around in my mind, out of order, at different volumes.

A flash of red and the intense smell of blood came back to me and I quickly darted off the bed, jumping to the floor and tried to find the nearest thing I could to hide under. With the yells of my name from two different voices I shuffled as far back as I could underneath the bedroom wardrobe, trying to get to the far back, away from the noise and light.

“Creven, please come back out, what’s wrong, show me what’s wrong if you can!” Corbin exclaimed while getting down on his hands and knees to try to peer under the wardrobe to see if he could actually see me, but my black fur was working well in camouflage. “I know he’s under there but I can’t see him.” I heard him turn and tell Lena.

“Maybe it’s best to just leave him be for a little while, something’s spooked him, it’s an animal instinct to hide from it, which is what he’s doing.” Lena tried to reason with my Father, and she was actually correct, it’s just a shame Corbin couldn’t see that to begin with.

“He’s still my Son Lena, animal instincts or not and I want to know, I may be able to help!” Corbin snapped back at her.

“Corbin I know that, but right now he’s acting more fox than your Son, I doubt you’ve ever seen him like this before.” Lena replied before walking over to the edge of the bed to lean against it.

Corbin sighed slightly before reaching a hand out towards me. In the slight darkness and my own confusion I hadn’t seen his hand and jumped when I felt something touch me, my reactions acting quicker than my brain, the feel of something soft and warm breaking under my claws, then the smell of blood hit me again as the hand was pulled back with a yelp of pain from my father.

It was less than a second before I’d realised what I’d done, struck out towards my Father’s hand with my claws fully extended and dug them in, ripping away at the flesh on the top of his hand. I’d never hurt him before, I’d never hurt anyone before. The world around me suddenly began to feel like it was spinning, the light at the bottom of the wardrobe was getting fainter and further away.

Slowly I managed to make my way back towards the front of the wardrobe and out into the light of the room, with a quick glance around I couldn’t see anyone, but could hear Lena talking animatedly in the bathroom. I tried to make my way over to the door, my limbs feeling sluggish, unresponsive and unstable. Then there was my right paw, sticking to the carpet leaving a red paw print behind as I walked.

I don’t remember much more of that day, I managed to get to the bathroom, saw Lena holding a red stained bundle of tissues against my Father’s hand and the look of surprise and pain that was still in his eyes. At that point the whole world felt like it made a gigantic lurch sideways, I felt nothing, then I woke up in Adrix’s office.

 

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Creven’s Perspective – Part Three

Dreams are an odd thing to comprehend, as much as for myself as for normal human minds, but work much in the same was as my own Kitsune illusional powers do. Generally when you dream you actually perceive it as being real, tend not to notice the odd things about the dream, like not being able to remember how it actually started, this is the same as my illusions, however I am able to create the ‘dream’ which is why I never really dream properly as I’m always aware that it’s not real, lucid dreaming some people would call this, when you have the ability to control your own dreams.

Occasionally I do experience dreams when I am not in control, and from someone in my position it is very concerning and confusing, as much to me now as it was when I was younger, they seem more to be more like prophecies and visions with meanings which, as I have experienced, do actually have actions within reality. The first of such ‘dreams’ is as visually clear in my mind now as it was the morning I awoke from it, but now I know its full meaning.

The dream, as I shall refer to it, started with myself standing in a dark room, completely pitch black to begin with. I remember stretching my arms out trying to feel around, they felt longer than normal, and stronger too. I pulled them back in, wrapping them around myself, my shoulders, something was definitely different, everything was bigger, I’d grown quickly somehow.

Blinking into the darkness I tried to make out something, anything and only on turning around twice did I start to notice a small pale light. As I tilted my head to the left I took a few steps towards it, the light getting bigger, brighter, with a flickering orange glow to it. I recognised it as candle light, but I wasn’t sure why, my Father never used candles, no one I knew did, but it seemed familiar.

Once I reached the candle light I jumped back slightly, a face, a man appearing on the other side. I raised a hand to wave, and watched the man do the same, actually watched the face in front of me as it copied all my actions. Carefully a reached out across the top of the flame and felt cold mirrored glass, I had been looking at my own refection. I chuckled softly to myself, the sound deep and rich before leaning closer to the mirror.

I traced my hands across my face, watching my reflection do the same, noting the strong jawline, fair complexion both fairly normal and very similar to my Father. Of course it was my eyes and hair that mainly drew my attention, as they still draw everyone’s attention.  My eyes deep and dark, as dark as the room I was in, but with a small line of textured violet surrounding the blackness of my iris. I then moved my hands up and softly ran my fingers through my fringe, swept to the side, a standard haircut, but the colour, jet black running from my scalp but changing, merging, almost flowing and shimmering into purple, violet to be specific.

Purple a colour relating to imagination and spirituality, a colour said to stimulate the very core of the imagination itself, which inspires high ideals. Violet itself representing the future, the imagination and dreams, while being able to spiritually calm emotions. A colour which inspires and enhances psychic ability and spiritual enlightenment, also said to relate to a fantasy world, creating a feeling of a need to escape from normality, the ‘daydreamer escaping from reality’.

I lowered my hand but kept my eyes on the colour, an odd feeling began to surge through me. The colour was deeply familiar and meant something in relation to what and who I was. Suddenly I became distracted by the flame in front of me suddenly flashing, taking on a violet colour of its own. The flame grew, bigger and brighter in intensity causing me to take a few steps back and shield my eyes with my arm.

As I blinked towards it I heard a noise, a sharp scream, coming from behind me, or to the side or even above I couldn’t place it. Something brushed the back of my knee and I turned around quickly taking a sharp step backwards, the light around me suddenly failing, the room going black as I knocked the candle over. Glancing over my shoulder in its direction I watched the wax flow and roll across the floor, the violet gone, the substance emitting a blood red glow, gleaming from the floor.

The scream then came again, seeming from all around. On a sharp inhale of surprise I pressed my hands against my ears, while a subtle smell of iron filled my nose. The red glow grew brighter before all I could see was the red light, then a blinding flash.

When I opened my eyes it was not the red glowing room which greeted me but my Father’s face looking down, concern etched across his features. And that was that, my first dream, my first glimpse into what lay ahead within life.

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