Chapter 3: Pains
It was an unnerving thought to know that one of the "made-up" places in your dream is an actual place albeit from mythologies. Even worse that it was the underworld of all places from said-mythology. It was even more terrifying that he had never heard of Mesopotamian mythology or it's basics at all, moreover the name of its underworld, that he could freaking dream of it.
As a writer, he does his research and looked up some mythologies as sources of inspiration too. He was familiar with Greek and some Roman pantheons, as well as some obscure stories from Aztecs, Chinese, Nordic, Celtic and other such mythologies. Mesopotamian is a new realm for him. He heard that Egyptian mythologies are also noteworthy but haven't looked into them much. It was different with Mesopotamian. He literally had to look up where Mesopotamia is (the current Iraq, Syria and its region) because he didn't know it existed previously!
There were a couple more paragraphs of approximately 6 pages long exposition on why he should be freaking out written inside his head due to panic-induced anxiety-based habits but it was easier to snap out of it than his usual panic attacks. As the pain of his nails digging into his palms flared up, he forgot his panic to look down at his palms.
There were marks and scars on the center to bottom part of his palms shaped like many pink and white little crescents. His nails had dug to a healing set of scars and beads of blood began to flow. With a practiced movement, his hands stayed palm-open while he walked leisurely to the bathroom. Once inside, he used his elbows to turn the knob and then let his palms stay under the running water. The water from the sink was cold and it easily washed away the blood and cooled down the wounds. Once he felt that no more blood would seep out, he used his hands to normally turn the knob off, grab the most recent roll of bandages from below the sink and began wrapping his palms quietly. He couldn't tie it too loosely or tightly since he had other things to do as well. Once he was done wrapping it around both his palms, he tucked the ends in. He didn't need to make sure it'll stay secure for long since he wouldn't leave the apartment anyways. The whole thing almost seemed like a common occurrence for him and he only woke up from being dazed when the mechanical routine of bandaging his arms to prevent his own nails from hurting himself again ended.
Right, he shouldn't fall into an unreasonable daze like previously again. He should just look up the details and write them down first. Panicking and time wasting thoughts could wait.
He repeated the mantra a couple more times before returning to his study and sitting on the comfortable chair in front of his PC. Since he streamed bi-weekly, he needed a seat where he wouldn't end up cramped in a couple hours. His fingers trembled ever-so-slightly as per usual. It was due to the many scars on his palms and wrists. He was glad that he could simply type his words out instead of writing them. Ever since his hands could no longer stop trembling or twitching, his handwriting had gone from cursive to wobbly in just a month. Now, it's been years and he got accustomed to it. Still, he hadn't overcome the root of the problem.
That's why he always kept a couple rolls of bandages ready under his sink.
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It was a couple of hours and the time was now around 2 PM. After the original mishap, he spent nearly three hours trying to match some other names from his memory of the other person. Conveniently enough, the other person spoke in his native language and he could easily pick out any foreign names be it places, person or objects. From his own memory and his handy notebook, he managed to figure out some names other than Irkalla although most remained a mystery.
Irkalla, where the other person stayed for a bit.
Scholomance, one of the grand buildings the other passed by and harshly rejected the idea of coming close to.
Carnwennan, a weapon that had once left a horrible scar on the other person's thigh.
They were real (mythological but still, actually well-known in real life) things he didn't know previously but had heard the other mention. There was some more but he didn't want to think about the rest of his findings.
"So... I guess it was a clairvoyant dream...? Or is it from a past life? But it wouldn't be disjointed time-wise if that's so," some mumbles finally left his dry throat after a total of four hours of non-stop googling and searching, "this plot is almost good enough for it's own story."
His stiff back tried to relax on the comfortable chair as he covered his eyes with the back of his hand. The notebook lay opened on a page with a large red circle on it. The page was from a week ago.
Day 11 - 22/4/20
- settled down in a mountainous region
- hides in cave (glowing crystals, damp, has dead dragon bones)
- fire magic to make torches (black wood/braz. rosewood?)
- flew around the perimeter before resting
- no predators around (claw/paw/teeth marks none)
- missed a food made with a form of fruit(?) and sap(from a tree or??) with spelling PRae-khe-IL-rae-gu
- spent the last few minutes reminiscing the past
- destruction of a race or group of people
- regret and anger, mourning prays to a deity (specifically mentioned not God??)
- memory of a boy, either sibling or close friend specifically not romantic
- about to say "If I wasn't the be-" before freakin ALARM
- why do I still have that alarm
- also questions the frequent pain, likely while I wake up?
It was the last line.
From all things considered, the possibility of the other person being real somewhere is quite high. Not low enough to ignore too. And for the whole month, he had made her suffer by his waking up. He didn't know what to think.
Lots of thoughts passed in his head but they boil down to a few things. Remorse and a feeling of self-hatred filled him. Even when sleeping, he would inevitably hurt someone else.
"Why..."
A loud sound interrupted his musing, face flushed even though no one else is around to hear the sound of his rumbling stomach.
"Lunch first then. I'll think of what to do after."
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MystenNoire So I forgot to mention this on previous chapters, oops. Updates will be spontaneous BUT I'll update at least 1 chapter a week, more if I finished some. Maybe I'll fix a schedule in the future.
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