Parallel

Pt1 -Chapter 1- two sides of one coin

Part 1

Chapter 1 – the two sides of one coin

Once again Sana woke up from the same dream. A dream with only the word “game” echoing in her mind. Its strange. While she was dreaming she could remember every aspect of her dream, even the carvings of weird symbols on the walls of the building that she was in. But now it seemed that it was still somewhere deep inside her head, but to her was unreachable.

Morning as usual was a wet and damp one, as with any morning in the country of Dwor. She gradually got up and went up to the window by her bedside table. Outside it she could see a big oak tree, that has recently lost its leaves as happens usually so often in the fall months. It seemed sad.

No, her mind echoed to her. You are not allowed to feel them. Let alone….

Trying to get it out of her mind she decided to go downstairs to have breakfast. As usual, her mother left her some cereal. Boring usual, but familiar. Familiar was good. Familiar food, environment and maybe even people…

And so she went to school.

“Sana are you listening” asked her friend Carla after about five minutes of trying to start a conversation

“Ah what?” Sana slurred out

“Whatever. Forget it” hissed Carla back. “stuck in your dream world again” she added angrily. Its not that Sana was not necessarily listening to her its just…. Ah well she heard it all before. First it was a gradual hello from her part and then it would be about Christen again. Christen was the boy that Carla seemed oh so in love in but …..Unfortunately he seemed to prefer well other girls. Which in tern frustrated Carla. With Carla frustrated, it meant that she would end up talking to Sana about it. 

It was not a dream world to her. In her mind it existed. In her mind much more existed than should be. But much more existed than was allowed. If any knew then perhaps she would be deemed abnormal.

She remembered many years ago when she had just started primary school. She just had one of the first dreams that would haunt her for many more years to come. This was the one about the middle ages.

 She dreamt that she was a young girl living somewhere close to the river. At this time of the year it was the annual festival of the knights, to celebrate the king’s birthday. In this festival, knights had to compete in a series of tournaments to prove their worth.

Her mother took her to take a look at the festival. Finally, the first festival! She was overjoyed and could not wait to see the beautiful extravagant young men on horseback charging past the crowds on horseback in order to impress the most beautiful ladies that she had ever seen.

One day she thought, one day she would be sitting among those goddesses. One day, one of those men on horseback will be asking her her name and singing serenades in her honour.

“Come, we must be quick- we can still manage to get a good spot if we hurry” her mother hurried her.

“Can I take your ribbon mama?” she asked , eyes wide

“you’re not old enough my love, but one day soon you will have your own scarf and one day you will meet him”

“who is he?” she asked in curiosity

“You will know….you will know..”

“See she has been like this for the past week, Sana!!!” Carla nudged her on the shoulder.

“What?” Sana hissed frustrated that she had been interrupted from her dreaming once again. She was trying to remember something anything from the dream she had last night. But she could not. It was devastating to her.

“Hey Carla” Christian, the boy that Carla was talking about earlier came up

“Hey” Carla tried to sound confident. Over confident more like.

What does she see in him anyway, questioned herself Sana.

Looks? I’d say average

Intelligence? Less than that of a cabbage

Charm? Slight….only enough to attract those of sluts

“This is my friend Sana” Carla introduced, Christian shook Sana’s hand. He also gave this grin that Sana only knew ment “pleasant to meet you, like to see YOU again some time”

As Sana smiled, Carla told her that she is going to go off with Christian for a bit just to talk. Yes talk-right. It was more like casually flirt and show him that she was the right WOMAN for him.

Good. She can finally try to put the pieces back together.

“Watch out!” screamed her mother as the little girl was crossing the road

Just at the split of a second, her mother pushed her out of the way- and the carriage without stopping crashed into the fragile woman that was mother. Within minutes, the woman she was close to was gone….

Silence echoed and even the wind seemed to stop. It was as if everything suddenly stood still, as the little girl rushed to the remains of her mother…..

Concentration on homework was hard that afternoon. The numbers seemed to dance around the page and nothing was going right. Usually Sana was good with numbers, but today it felt like they were playing tricks with her.

At dinner that evening she was more silent than ever. Her usually brown silk hair was slightly tangled as she did not take the care to brush it this morning. Her eyes were bruised and seemed to be a more dark purple than they usually were. She might as well go to bed afterwards. Since there was not really that much to do.

“Why are you crying?” came a squeaky voice behind her. She turned around sharply only to see a little boy with light hair and shiny silver eyes looking down at her. The boy was about the same age as her, but she knew that if she got up he would be taller than her. His shoulders were slumped and he had the most finest facial features that she ever saw. Beautiful even mermaid shape eyes with dark as coal eyebrows. His hair was shoulder length but neatly cut, with a small light golden fringe that reminded her of the one her older brother used to have- before he died.

She could not say even a word. Everything seemed to about him was just…..perfect.

“I live nearby, if you lost your mummy we could find her together if you want.” He whispered. “here take my hand” Still as if in a trance she took his hand….

That is when the alarm clock rang. Just as he was about to ….she was not sure…introduce himself. A name.

“Get up Sana, you will be late for school” came the unmistakable voice of her older sister. Rachel was older than her by about 5 years and resembled more a motherly figure than was imaginable. She had short masculine style hair, light blue eyes and a very bony figure. Still she was the “mother” of the household, ever since their mum got a new job and was hardly ever at home except for Tuesday mornings.

That is when her sister got a book out of her bag. A book. Perhaps another novel but ah well she could read it when she got back from school. It surely had nothing important in it.