{"id":3502,"date":"2017-12-16T11:14:25","date_gmt":"2017-12-16T11:14:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/?p=3502"},"modified":"2023-02-20T06:00:01","modified_gmt":"2023-02-20T11:00:01","slug":"basilisks-creed-chapter-two","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/emendedhearts.com\/de\/basilisks-creed-chapter-two\/","title":{"rendered":"The Basilisk’s Creed: Chapter Two"},"content":{"rendered":"

Sch\u00f6ne Tr\u00e4ume<\/strong><\/span><\/h1>\n

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A massive surge of light erupts out of nowhere, instantly disrupting my sleep and singeing my eyes even though my lids are closed. It feels like someone’s pointing a billion industrial flashlights directly at my face.<\/span><\/p>\n

I groan at the unbearable sensation, trying to shield myself from the onslaught. My eyelids start to flutter, blinking rapidly despite my sleepy haze as I struggle in vain to block out the intrusive light.<\/span><\/p>\n

Pfui. Ich kann nicht glauben, dass es schon Morgen ist.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Just then, an odd, unfamiliar sense of awareness befalls me.<\/span><\/p>\n

I feel\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

Seltsam.<\/span><\/p>\n

Like I’m swaying, yet\u2026immobile.<\/span><\/p>\n

Fl\u00fcssig und doch fixiert.<\/span><\/p>\n

Steigen und Fallen gleichzeitig.<\/span><\/p>\n

Irgendetwas f\u00fchlt sich nicht richtig an \u2026<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

I open my eyes reluctantly, using one hand to brace myself against the bright beams of the sun as the world appears before me.<\/span><\/p>\n

Und, Junge<\/em>, ist es hell.<\/span><\/p>\n

Zu <\/em>hell.<\/span><\/p>\n

I sniffle as I toss in my bed, feeling around for my pillow with one hand so I can bury my head under it while I shield my eyes with the other. My mattress isn\u2019t exactly up there with the Tempur-Pedics or anything, but my goodness, it feels softer than usual.<\/span><\/p>\n

EIN viel <\/em>weicher.<\/span><\/p>\n

Aber eine Minute sp\u00e4ter und immer noch kein Kissen.<\/span><\/p>\n

Und aus irgendeinem Grund riecht es nach frisch gem\u00e4htem Rasen im Sp\u00e4tfr\u00fchling mit \u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

Abruptly, intuition kicks in, the wheels in my head spinning faster than they should, and in that moment, and I realize something:<\/span><\/p>\n

I’m not in my bed.<\/span><\/p>\n

I’m not even in my Wohnung<\/em>.<\/span><\/p>\n

I jerk upright impulsively, waves of panic and trepidation searing through my body, my head pounding with adrenaline-spiked blood. <\/span><\/p>\n

I look around frantically, my eyes wide as saucers, rapidly scanning my surroundings.<\/span><\/p>\n

Meilen um Meilen von bemerkenswert gr\u00fcnem Gras erstrecken sich endlos in alle Richtungen, unterbrochen von dicken Baumwollb\u00fcscheln und ungew\u00f6hnlich gro\u00dfen Sonnenblumen.<\/span><\/p>\n

Was zur H\u00f6lle\u2026?<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

My brows furrow as I continue to stare at the eye-catching\u2014albeit baffling\u2014view.<\/span><\/p>\n

Wachsen Baumwolle und Sonnenblumen \u00fcberhaupt zusammen?<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

My mind quickly snaps back to the present as realization dawns on me, and my brief sense of intrigue and curiosity is replaced once more by anxiety and confusion.<\/span><\/p>\n

Wo zum Teufel bin ich?<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

I stand up, my legs slightly shaky from my suddenly overactive nerves, and any remnants of sleep and drowsiness are completely gone now. My heart pounds in my chest as I try to make sense of what’s happening.<\/span><\/p>\n

Wie zum Teufel bin ich hierher gekommen?<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Oh Gott\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

Oh Gott, wurde ich entf\u00fchrt? Ist irgendein Psychopath in meine Wohnung eingebrochen und hat mich unter Drogen gesetzt?<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

I’m trying desperately not to freak out, but my efforts are proving to be useless because I’m right on the verge of a major panic attack\u2014<\/span><\/p>\n

A sound abruptly tears through the relative quiet, making my already distressed heart leap into my throat. My head whips left and right reflexively, my eyes searching frantically for its source, but I see nothing. I have no idea which direction it even came from. It kind of sounds like a bird\u2026but I can\u2019t be sure.<\/span><\/p>\n

Heart pounding, I hesitantly look up to the sky, afraid of what I might find. But, as soon as I do, all my worries disintegrate, my fear instantly replaced by an immeasurable sense of amazement and a strange reverence. I\u2019m awe-struck by the sheer beauty of what\u2019s in front of me, staring with eyes wide open at the incredible, vast hue of blue and distinct golden rays of sunlight poking through its mantle, visibly filtering all the way down to the ground. There isn\u2019t a cloud in sight.<\/span><\/p>\n

Das ist ziemlich ungew\u00f6hnlich, besonders f\u00fcr diese Jahreszeit\u2014<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

I feel my brows begin to furrow of their own accord as the wheels in my head spin.<\/span><\/p>\n

I look down impulsively, tearing my gaze away from the gorgeous skyline above and belatedly realizing two things for the first time since I woke up.<\/span><\/p>\n

One: I’m barefoot.<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019m noch nie <\/em>barfu\u00df.<\/span><\/p>\n

And two: I’m wearing a sheer, white night-gown\u2026one that looks a viel <\/em>like my mother’s\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

Moment mal \u2026 ich habe das nicht zum Schlafen getragen. Und ich bin mir ziemlich sicher, dass ich Socken anhatte, als\u2014<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Suddenly, it dawns on me.<\/span><\/p>\n

Bin \u2026 bin ich \u2026<\/em>tr\u00e4umend?<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

My attention goes back and forth between my naked feet and the gown draping my body, eventually settling on the latter. I look down the grand length of it, lifting the simple hemline to my knees and observing the peculiar ivory embroidery and stitching along the collar and cuffs.<\/span><\/p>\n

I run my palms over the satin finish tentatively as a questioning frown makes its way onto my face.<\/span><\/p>\n

All das f\u00fchlt sich viel zu seltsam an.<\/span><\/p>\n

Dies hat <\/em>ein Traum sein.<\/span><\/p>\n

Es ist das einzig Sinnvolle \u2013 so verr\u00fcckt das auch klingen mag.<\/span><\/p>\n

I nod, as if to confirm my speculation, my eyes switching between the immaculate gown and the contrasting bright colors of my surroundings.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ja. Ja, es muss sein. Ich habe so einen ... wie nennt man sie? Klartr\u00e4ume?<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Ja das ist richtig.<\/span><\/p>\n

I’m in a lucid dream.<\/span><\/p>\n

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