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Chapter 4; Biv

/Dream-Earth

Adi was in a gloomy state of mind as he walked through the mist of his dream world. Glancing through the landscape, he recognised the familiar piles of ash, dropping and falling in their place, eyes caught on the three glowing piles which had scared him to death the last dream he had. After a while, he sat besides the little marble table, waiting for Olivia. She walked in a few minutes later.

‘I want you to meet my friend Biv!’ She said, and for the first time, Adi saw another man walk into one of his dreams. 

Why has she brought someone else into the dream? He thought as he felt a frown rush onto his temple. The man had a keen look on his face, large wide dimples, and lush hair falling down on his forehead, streaking from the back of his head all the way to his shoulder. He had wrinkles on the sides of his eyelids and a few small scars across his cheeks, but all in all seemed like a rather happy, innocent man.

‘Hi!’ He said, in a very odd fashion, pronouncing it as ‘he’. 

Adi frowned, replying, ‘Who?’

Looking confused, the foreign man took a seat beside the table.

‘Where are you from?’ Adi asked.

‘Not from anywhere near, Adi. I come from a distant land,’ his expression darkened, ‘but to discuss all of this is not why I have come here. A far place from my home.’

Adi put on a faint grimace; he didn’t understand the need of another person in his dream world. 

‘Olivia, why have you brought this man here?’ He asked, lips pursed.

‘Because he carries important information for you, Adi. We’re not having a lesson today,’ she turned to Biv and nudged him, saying, ‘Come on. Tell him.’ 

It felt like they were revealing a secret together to him..

‘Meet me at a sixth from now—2 hours, that is,’ he said, squinting his eyes and shaking his head, ‘outside your door. It be noon.’ 

All of a sudden, the mood darkened. Grimness overcame the land, the white mist disappearing to give way to a darker tinge.

Olivia turned her head to Adi—a sense of serious urgency on her face. 

‘Leave at once.’ She said. She was behaving odd, for some strange reason. She’d been like that since the last few dreams.

Something’s been different for a while now, he thought, staring at her. He didn’t move. He stayed right there, for he wanted to be with Olivia, by her side.

‘Leave NOW!’ She said sternly. He got up and starting walking away as the mist faded. Giant black beams erupted from the corner of the sky and into the picture. She looked solemn, turning her gaze towards the enormous disruptions. Within a minute, her frame changed. Not in the same, monstrous way as she had last time—this time, she transformed into a woman. An older, more mature woman. She had light blue eyes, long, dark hair and a slightly curled posture. She was tall and wrinkled. 

Adi turned to glance at the piles of ash. And now there were only three.

Three glowing piles, the rest gone, along with the mist.

 Biv was already walking out. A giant black beam was headed his way, but he shut his eyes. The foreigner placed his left leg in front and bent his knee, taking his right leg back and keeping it straight. 

He straightened his left hand, holding it out lower than the right, and slowly, he opened his eyes. He looked calm, as his lush hair blew backwards by the wind created by this giant beam. He straightened his right hand, and out of nowhere, a glowing white, thin wisp of light emitted out of his right hand. The edges of the light looked oddly unfamiliar, as if the light coming out of his palm was an object on its own; the edge of the light was visible, and other sharp rays of light were bouncing off of it. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. 

Turning around, he headed the same way, until he suddenly stopped as the three glowing piles of ash stood right in front of him. They were hovering in the air right ahead, as if they were staring right back at him. Slowly, he saw the faint outline of three familiar visages form into the piles. He knew these piles—he knew they meant death. And that’s when he saw it. Three familiar faces. The three loved ones he saw last time. He cried and screamed in fright as he stared upon the gallows that he would send these people, and yet what terrified him more was that he couldn’t even remember their names. He tumbled back in horror, only interrupted by the faint comfort of his bed. He woke up. He gasped for breath, taking a moment. He tried to remember the faces he saw, but only found faint, blurry images form in his head; he couldn’t recall whose faces they were. He’d already forgotten. Yet a part of him was glad he’d forgotten, glad that it was something he could forget.

I know those people…I’m going to kill those people, my god what am I? He thought, tears welling in his eyes as he felt panic set in. 

Oh for Christ’s sake Adi, stop it! They’re just dreams!

***

Almost an hour had passed since he woke up. Comfortable, he sat back on the couch in his living room, eyes glued to the television. He lived in an apartment: a little studio that his parents had moved him to. 

A few minutes later, a knock sounded on his door.

He frowned and looked at his watch. It was precisely noon. 

In my dream the man said he’d be here exactly at this time… no don’t be stupid.

He got off the couch and walked towards his hallway; it was a narrow and was lit by a small lamp on a table by the edge. He walked over to the door and opened it. A man stood there, his lush hair falling on his forehead, long till the back of his shoulders. He had a keen look in his eyes. He seemed very familiar to Adi, as if he’d just met him somewhere… 

Wait a minute…

‘Hi!’ He said, in a very odd fashion, pronouncing it as ‘he’,

Stuttering, Adi said, ‘Wh—wh-wha?’ 

Saying nothing, the man smiled back at him. 

’Whe-where a-are you fr-fr-from?’ Adi asked, scraping the edge of the door with his fingernail in nervousness. 

‘Not from anywhere near, Adi. I come from a distant land,’ his expression darkened, ‘but to discuss all of this is not why I come all the way here to meet you’

This conversation… I’ve had it before. He thought.

‘This conversation… I’ve—’

‘—had it before.’ Biv said, keeping his grim expression.

‘You walked in midst of a white mist,’ He said, staring at him intensely. He felt frightened.

‘And soon, the mist gone.’ He started to remember. This is what had happened in his dream, what this man was talking about, ‘The mist gone, and Olivia…’ 

‘You!’ Adi screamed, stunned.

‘Y-you are B-Biv!’ He said, stuttering.

‘Yes Adi. I come in now?’

‘Y-y-yes, but where do you c-c-come from?’

‘Erhin. Look Adi, I tell you everything, but first, I come in?’ 

And so he walked in. Adi had no idea what to think. When he saw this man in his dream he didn’t feel shocked, but the same man showing up at his doorstep in real life? After promising to do just that? Adi’s nerves were electric. 

How is this possible? It was all just a dream. How could he be here?

‘Y-you were in m-my dream!’

‘I know, Adi.’

‘H-h-how?’ 

‘I can not say. Not yet.’ Biv said. ‘H-h-here, sit h-here.’ He led the man through his hall and into his living room, offering him a glass of water. Moments later, he took a seat beside him. 

‘I-I’m s-sorry, what is y-your name again? Y-you know, hard to r-remember from the dreams.’

‘Oh, of course, m’ro! Name’s Biv.’ 

Adi nodded, staring off into the edge of his apartment. He still couldn’t believe his eyes. 

‘Why you say letters of the words so many times?’ Biv asked, frowning in curiosity. 

Oh, the stutter. He thought, blank in expression. He didn’t take it to heart when someone asked him about it, but he didn’t take it lightly either. 

‘It’s b-b-because I h-have a-a speech disorder.’

‘What is that?’ He sat, looking at Adi.

‘I-I can’t talk properly.’ 

Biv shifted around, seemingly awkward. 

‘So London, it’s beautiful, no?’ Biv said, trying to break the ice. Adi closed his eyes in a discomfort, ‘Wh-why have you come here?’ Adi asked.

Biv took a deep breath, moving his head back. His silky smooth hair bounced off the edge of a pillow.

‘This because we will go some place with me and you.’ Adi stared at him, half a smile forming on his face.

‘Please mind me not. My people speak better Krian—sorry, English, than I do.’ 

They sent someone who can’t speak to meet someone who can’t speak. Huh.

‘You have to understand, we will need help yours, soon!’ 

Adi was silent, listening intently. What this man was saying felt odd to him because he’d barely contact anyone. How could this man need his help if he knew… no one? What could he possibly do for him?

‘F-for what?’ Adi asked.

‘Your dreams.’ 

Adi did not know this man’s intentions, and he was not making them any clearer. 

‘You know everything, but you must know everything first. you trust me eh?’

Adi didn’t understand what he meant, but he took a moment to reflect. A man that he saw in his dream showed up at his doorstep at the exact time that he said he would, and he knew that he appeared in his dreams. Why wouldn’t he trust him? 

‘Alright. I t-trust.’ He said.

 A smile crept unto Biv’s face, 

‘Good. You trust eh?’

‘Y-yes.’ Adi said, nodding his head.

‘Oh, one more thing! You will have to know to control yourself.’ Biv stated. Adi stayed quiet. 

‘Know to control what you speak.’ Adi’s heart skipped a bit. Even the thought of speaking normally was overwhelming, but learning to control it? That seemed far from possible. He ignored this comment and a moment later said, ‘Where do you want to take me?’ He was able to blurt out one sentence without stuttering, at least.

‘North Cornwall, at shore of Watergate Bay, in Newquay.’

‘Watergate Bay.. b-b-but that’s hours from here, we’re in London!’ Adi laughed,  ‘I d-d-don’t even have a car!’

‘Car? What do you speak of?’

What? This twit doesn’t know what a car is?

Adi couldn’t find the right words to describe a car, and so he just ended up stuttering about transportation like an idiot. 

‘I will fast reach us both! Don’t worry.’ Biv said, with an enthusiastic smile worn across his face, dimples of his white skin arching upwards. 

‘I am a Wielder, remember?’ 

Adi remembered another piece of his dream. 

‘Th-th-the light you… shot out of your hand.’

‘Yes.’

 Without saying anything further, the man eagerly got off the couch and began searching the apartment as if it was his own. He walked right into Adi’s bedroom. Adi watched, frowning in oddity and discomfort. Why did he just walk into his bedroom? 

Before he got the chance to say anything, Biv walked right back out, shaking his hand and moving into the guest bedroom.

‘Adi! This perfect! Lots of space.’ 

Of course there was lots of space in the second bedroom. He never had any guests over, so why would he spend money on doing it up?

He walked into the room, following Biv, to see what he was up to.

‘Good. Perfect’ He said, in a strange, slurred fashion. He walked to the centre and flitted into a stance; legs parallel to one another, left arm hanging down, right arm pointing straight to the wall. His stance was profoundly elegant, like he knew exactly what he was doing. 

Beautiful. He thought, watching on.

Biv closed his eyes and mouthed a few inaudible words. Hair still as day, he found himself in a strange peace that soared with the silence in the sky, and in a moment’s notice, a small light sprang out of his right hand. As soon as it did, he raised his left to guide a pathway for the light. Like he’d seen in the dream, it looked like more than just light. It looked like a medium, not like a form of energy. The edges were sleek and sharp, and the bright yet small boundary light eventually grew into a straight line. He screened the light towards the wall, hands perfectly coordinated. He held the stance and guiding the light for a few seconds as it pierced through the wall in front of him. Adi’s mouth gaped. He had just seen magic. Real life magic. 

The wall began to open slightly, creaking sounds rumbled from behind the wall. A hole in the wall suddenly came tumbling down, brick after brick, breaking and falling, and wooden insides of the wall creaking and snapping. When Adi looked through the wall, he didn’t see the inside of the wall. No, he looked right at Watergate Bay, North Cornwall.