Ch. 2 Star-Child: The Dream

Narcissus' bewitching eyes are what had haunted her dreams every night for the last four days. Every time it was the same, she was drawn to his hypnotic stare. In the dream, he was standing at the end of a long corridor of pure white surrounded by an aura of brilliant light. She would walk slowly toward him as if compelled by some greater power residing deep within her very essence. Against her better instincts she pressed onward to the angelic being. Each step was more difficult than the one preceding it. Her legs felt like they were made of lead.

In this self-created fantasy, Freja was wearing the same t-shirt and boxer shorts that she had worn to bed, but with every inch that she came closer to Narcissus, the cotton fibers unraveled into a fine silk thread that wove itself into a gown of glory. It flowed down her body like a shimmering waterfall until it seemingly spilled onto the tops of her bare feet. The entire garment emanated light of such brightness that even her former status as a star could not rival it. She was a goddess, and the figure that she was timidly approaching was a god. When she finally came face to face, he reached for her hand which she willingly offered him; exposing the mark of the Star-Child to his roving glance. Upon seeing this, his eyes locked themselves on her wrist changing from tranquil pools of light into blazing orbs of fire that burned her from the inward depths of her soul until the heat engulfed her entire body in flames.

The smell of burning flesh penetrated her nostrils. Her own screams of death resounded in her ears. She imagined that even mortal man’s hell was nothing in comparison to the tortured that she was experiencing. Worser still, Narcissus delighted himself in her torment. His laughter menacingly bounced off of the walls of the hall and echoed repeatedly in her ears. She knew that in a moment, she would be nothing more than a pile of ash. It was at the instant when she was able to see the brink of death that everything turned cold and black as pitch and she was released into the land of the conscious once more.