Chapter 2

• Having drifted, Andrea found herself in a large unending open space covered by clouds. She looked around her but there was no sign of anyone, not even her wolf, Dahlia. She started to run around. She does not have much time, and the sooner she found Dahlia, the better for the both of them.
• Having run for a while, she stopped and decided to use her voice instead. *Dahlia, Dahlia, please where exactly are you?* she called out to Dahlia.
• She was met with silence and so she called again. *Dahlia*
• She was sure that Dahlia must be here somewhere, as she could feel her. She is not sure how close Dahlia is, but this is the only place that Dahlia can come to, her subconscious.
• *Dahlia...” she whispered, and tried to trace her with her sense of smell this time around.
• *Please tell me why you are calling and stop shouting* Dahlia’s voice was suddenly heard. *Sorry, I can’t show myself and you know it* she added.
• Andrea knew it would be a futile attempt to insist on seeing Dahlia because Dahlia would never want to reveal her hiding spot to her. Knowing that she does not have much time, she replied. *I need answers and I know you got it, Dahlia*
• *Answers to what exactly, Andrea?* Dahlia retorted mischievously.
• Andrea tried to conceal her anger. Dahlia more than any other person should know how deadly her situation is, and should not try to get on her nerves. *Quit playing around, Dahlia, why are you this tensed up? Not as if whatever is here came for you…* Andrea accused.
• Dahlia cuts in. *And can you tell me the possibility of my survival without you, Princess…" then she went on to explain. *alright from the little I can gather, the voices are that of a yet-to-be-formed identity, it not yet fully good or evil... It tells tales of the past and the future... Its story of the past flows from indecision, uncertainty, or unwillingness, whatever that means, but that of the future is yet to be determined but it is a direct consequence of the past*
• *Then why does it seek for me?* Andrea inquired.
• Honestly, Andrea did not understand the answer that Dahlia gave her, but she was more concerned about what that had to do with her.
• Dahlia replied. *According to the wind, though not too sure, you are in its story in the future. Go now, Andrea, you are too connected to it and may not remain hidden for long* Dahlia urged her to return to the present.
• Andrea sighed. She does not know whether to be grateful for the details which still make very little sense to her or not. Deep down she knew it was one of those things she would understand with time, but the dangers of the present still linger on and its mystery must be solved. Dahlia is right, she has to go back immediately and find her way out before she is discovered.
• Dahlia fears for the worst. She doesn't know much but little. She would do everything to protect Andrea who meant everything to her but she has to know her limits and also respect her boundaries. Andrea’s task is not an easy one and more helpers or guardians would come to her. It may be just one or more persons or even non-persons. Nevertheless, Dahlia prays that they come fast.
• Dahlia was made to come early to Andrea because the forces cannot be prevented from operating whenever they want to. Dahlia had to come to assist Andrea and keep her as safe as she can. Her powers are limited and don’t include altering or directing any of Andrea’s decisions or steps.
• Talking about helping Andrea, Andrea is even far stronger than Dahlia. All Dahlia does is help Andrea discover and understand her powers more.
• But the truth is, what Dahlia witnessed today was terrifying. She knows she stands no chance against the forces that are trying to get Andrea. She only prays the moon goddess keeps Andrea safe. Dahlia only hopes her Andrea comes back to her safely.
• *
• Andrea slowly opened her eyes, the atmosphere was mixed with both evil and good aura, both of the same magnitude. She could feel it, she could see that the presence was directly watching her. She wouldn’t know of its intention, but from all indication, it was almost upon her.
• At this point, she opened her eyes wide just in time to see the strange creature which looks like a shadow descend directly upon her ready to take out her soul.
• Overwhelmed by this, she swiftly moved a little to escape the attack, but the creature seems even faster. Seeing that she was about to be captured, and not knowing what would become of her, she closed her eyes tightly and screamed. She screamed so loud but it was strange that she could not hear her own voice, even though miraculously, the woods shook as a result of the effect of her scream.
• Opening her eyes, she beheld the gory white eyes of the shadow looking at her, her soul longing to be replenished with the innocence of the young princess.
• *
• Suddenly, everywhere became still. The strange presence was gone, and all she perceived were the sweet fragrances from her own lovely flowers and not the good and evil aura anymore.
• Although this realization was supposed to give her some sought of relief, she wasn’t sure of what to feel nor could she explain what she had just witnessed. Something inside of her had screamed to the hearing of the trees in the wood and of course, that wasn’t Dahlia, so what exactly was that?
• Her eyes remained closed and she refused to open them as she was afraid of whatever awaited her if she do. But then she felt it. This couldn’t be a mistake she thought to herself.
• ‘It’s Dahlia, she is here, with me’ she said inside of her.
• But this can’t be. What exactly happened to her in the woods, and how did she get to be among her flowers? For how long has she been here and when did the strange things in the wood occur? Or has she been unconscious for hours, days, or even weeks, or maybe months? At this point, she prayed that it hs not been up to a year.
• Having held her eyes tightly closed for so long, she decided. “I have to do this now, right now” And with this resolution, she slowly opened her eyes to truly behold the sight of her lovely garden.
• With her eyes now opened, she began to hear some loud footsteps approaching, and once again, the little princess closed her eyes and slowly passed out.