How do you know when you're dreaming? Is it the surroundings, because you've never seen them before but they feel so familiar? Is it the people you come across, never quite recognising them but feeling that you've known them all your life? Or was it the one person that couldn't possibly be where you are, but they were there anyway, making their way towards you in slow motion?
Because as I sat up from whatever the hell I was sleeping on, I could see Bucky running towards me. It couldn't be real. He didn't come with me. He was somewhere else, somewhere in Europe. But for the time being, he was crouching by my side and looking at me sternly.
"How are you here?" I asked, furrowing my brows at him with confusion.
"As far as I know, this is a telepathic phone call." He answered, looking around at the rather old looking room we were in. "You're dreaming, I'm dreaming too. You kinda reached out for me. If that makes sense."
"Believe it or not, it does." I muttered, looking down at my hands. "I've done something stupid."
"You'll have to be more specific than that." He replied with a smirk, quirking a brow at me.
"I'm beginning to regret starting this telepathic phone call." I scowled at him, Bucky sighing as he took a seat beside, crossing his legs.
"I've just walked into the enemy's territory." I looked away from him, not wanting to see whatever judgemental stare he had saved for me this time. "It's part of the plan to stop them killing more innocent people but what if it's the most stupid plan I've carried out? I was knocked out as soon as I stepped into their territory. What if they plan to kill me then kill everyone else?"
"Did you seriously think you could just waltz into enemy territory and be welcomed with open arms?" Bucky asked, nudging my leg to make me look at him again. "It was probably some kind defence system. You know, the way the body would attack a parasite. You're not like them, they're not like you, so to their territory, you're the foreigner. They wouldn't trust that you've got good intentions. Would you trust them if they did the same?"
"No." I answered admittedly, shaking my head. "But what do I do now?"
"You wake up," he answered, leaning towards me and taking my face in his hands. "Wake up, see where you're at, and if it's bad, just go back to sleep and call me out again. If it's what you want, continue with you're plan. You're a queen, Christina, a queen that can grow wings, and is smart and strong."
"I won't be able to use my powers here," I told him, remembering what guards had warned me about before coming. "Because they know how powerful I am, they'd have dampened my powers."
"You don't need powers to slay a dragon, Chris," he smirked, raising his brows with an amused look. "You're capable, alright? You'll be fine, I promise you. When in doubt, look at the stars." He quickly planted a kiss on my forehead then pulled back and stood up, looking down at me with his original blank stare. "Wake up, Christina. Your people need you."
How do I wake up if at first I didn't feel as if I was dreaming?
It wasn't as hard as I thought as seconds later, I shot up, eyes opening to take in my dark surroundings. It wasn't at all what I expected to wake up in. A small bedroom with royal decorations and it was empty besides the bed and a chair in the corner of the room. A chair that was occupied by the general.
"K'jahan, you're awake." He said, sitting up with a triumphant smirk. I remained silent, watching him cautiously as I pulled myself back against the head board of the bed. "I'd like to apologize for the rather harsh welcome you had. It's just to make sure you weren't going to double cross us with some kind of human magic."
"Humans don't have magic," I scoffed, rolling my eyes and shaking my head, looking away from him. It seems Bucky was right. "And my name is Christina, not K'jahan."
"You are under my roof and so I will call you by your rightful name. K'jahan is the name you were given at birth and that is the name we will call you." He got up, walking around to my side of the bed I was sleeping on, taking a seat and leaning towards me, pressing a hand against my cheek. If it wasn't for the fact that I was powerless and I wasn't quite sure what he was capable of, I would have pushed his hand away. "You look far more beautiful when you're not trembling in a man's shirt."
"My beauty means nothing if I'm going die," I whispered, closing my eyes when his hand went to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear. "You will keep your end of the bargain, right?"
"Of course, despite our different values, I am a man of my word. Although, I'm quite disappointed that this ended so soon."
"Soon?" My eyes shot open and threw him a scowl, furrowing my brows. "Soon? You've been at this over 24 years, you should be glad it's ending this way."
"Oh, I am glad. You probably won't be." He smiled widely, getting up from the bed and placing his hands behind his back as he made his way to the door. "I'd like to say that I was the one to change you out of your clothes, so I've requested that the guards bring you to my home shortly after dinner. Your food will be brought to you shortly given that you've been out for nearly the whole day. Enjoy reaping what you have sown." He flashed me a cynical smile then left the room, leaving me looking horrified as I listened to the sound of the door locking.
He changed me. I looking down at the nightdress I was in and quickly got out of the bed and took it off, stamping on it as if it would change anything. For some reason, the statement has me shaken and I felt dirty. If he changed me, what else could he have down?
I looked down at myself, forcing every cell in my body not to give in to the tears despite the fact that I was now shaking. He wanted me in his room later based on a decision he made after changing my clothes.
Now I was in a different kind of fear. The fear of not knowing what I was dealing with. Or what has already been dealt with. I was alone and shaking and naked and powerless and crying in the enemy's home and I had nobody to blame but myself. You don't need powers to slay a dragon, the words played in my head.
"Oh, Bucky," I laughed to myself, wiping my face of my tears taking the bedsheet from the bed, wrapping it around myself and then making my way to the only window in the room. I was surprised they hadn't barred it, but I guess they knew I wouldn't try anything. Trying to escape could get me killed.
When in doubt, look at the stars. I laughed again, looking up at sky that was now clear, searching for the stars. Of course, being on a different planet meant I was looking at a different part of the universe to Earth, but they had a moon all the same. They had three moons, actually. I lifted my thumb and shut one eye, placing my thumb next to the biggest moon. I only hoped that he was looking at it, too. I was not alone, and I wasn't powerless and I had to stop crying.
I glanced back at the dress and swallowed, taking in a deep breath. I was going to have to wear it if I was to proceed with the plan. There was no use giving up because of what I think may or may not have happened.
I looked back up at the sky and smiled to myself, wiping at my face again. Of course Bucky was the one to help me out when he was planets away. But now I had to think about those who were currently waiting on my signal, and won't get my signal if I sit and cry about it.
It was time.
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