chapter 3:The story resumes

note: till now the story was based on real events. henceforth every word is pure fiction.

the recurring dreams seemed to her to be a premonition of danger. every morning found her scared out of wits as more pictures unravelled in her dreams. she tried Derek's number but got his answering machine. the apprehension that he was giving her a cold shoulder strengthened. for two days she had been directed to his answering machine and when she called at his office he was supposedly engaged in a conference and had not cared to call back in answer to her multiple messages . well, the bad luck had begun. Derek would soon be out of the picture and she would be alone yet again. she was surprised at the extent of her affections for him which she had never before cared to express. the sensible in her soon took control and she forgot all about her dream . the day was just the same , the only difference being that Derek did not meet her for coffee as planned. How like men to forget appointments and not even care to send an explanatory note.
as night approached , she found herself getting scared. she was afraid to go to sleep , lest the dream should come again. she resolved to spend the night watching tv but the futility of it all soon descended on her. how long would she go sleepless, in fear of some dream. she switched off the tv and went to bed.
somewhere in the deep sleep, she stirred. she was dreaming again. she was at the room with the sculpted God. but this time she wasnt alone. the room was filled with people dressed in odd, flowing robes of black. as she walked down the central aisle , everyone moved apart on either side of her to let her pass.. she was stared at in awe and there was a certain amount of reverence in their gazes. someone stuck out a hand and tore a piece of fabric from her robe. she looked down to find that she wasnt wearing the odd robe. she was dressed in a golden robe that sparkled like the sun. she reached the platform that lay directly in front of the God. there stood a man who obviously adorned a greater position compared to the folk who thronged the room below. at once, something odd about the room struck her. here , there were no lights. but still it had the look of being dimly lit. she looked around for the source of light and found two large mirrors which reflected the moonlight that fell from a hole in what should be the ceiling of the room. she was escorted to a low table in front of the god and the priest turned. she gasped as she realised that the priest's face bore a curious resemblance to Derek. she was laid down on the table. the priest came close and looked at her. he had his eyes covered with a thin black veil...she wondered if he could see her. he mumbled something in a language she did not know. but her intuition told her that it was a prayer uttered in such force that she knew it was a final prayer. even before she knew a brilliant sparkle illuminated the room. the men scurried to the shadowy corners , their eyes covered with their hands in the dazzle. she got up and ran away from the room , away from the carved, silver hilted sword that would soon have worked its way into her insides........stumbling along the dark corridors she moved to a source of light that seemed to be growing larger. she soon found out the exit....the hole that would lead her out of the fort. looking from the exit, in the moonlight, she spotted shore not very far away. as she waited, the tide withdrew, exposing a cobbled pathway that led to the shore. she ran as fast as her soggy costume would allow her.
she woke up drenched in sweat and found that she was clutching a piece of fabric in her hand, a piece which she had torn from her dress just like someone had done in her dream.