The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger by Ejiofor Dorcas

16 The dreamscape…

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Lyla

I was running, my heart was hammering wildly in my chest as my boots dug

into the earth.

My breath was coming in shallow gasps as the weight of the armour I had on pressed on me.

—

This was strange, alien to me – everything felt wrong. I looked down, to see the shiny metal covering my chest and my arms. In my hand was a spear and a shield in the other hand. I would stop for a second and open my mouth to shout but no sound would come out. @

I was frustrated but I kept moving, charging at the wolves that came at me. I threw the spear to the first wolf that leapt high in the air, aiming for my throat and used my shield to knock off the other coming at me from the other angle. Soon, the sound of swords clanging and knives filled the air.

The wolves we fought were not ordinary. Their eyes were filled with deep hatred that emanated from every pore of their body. They fought with vengeance; it was as if they were possessed by something. I could feel my arms burning with pain but I surged forward, charging into them, digging my spear deep into their fur.

I could feel danger looming overheard – a dark premonition yet it felt …right. Familiar, except something was off. I was moving like a man – my body was stronger; my strides were wider. When I lifted the spear to strike, my muscles moved with perfect synchronization. This was not the first time I was doing this.

I paused for a while, my hands on my knees as I tried to catch my breath. Suddenly, my gaze flitted to my image on my shield and I shuddered with fright. I had beards – I was a man.

But I was Lyla too… at least inside, I was. I could feel it.

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As I tried to understand what was going on, a spear sank into my chest, piercing through the thick armour and right through my heart. As I fell to the ground, my mind spinning, I wondered if this was normal.

I opened my eyes again, the battlefield had disappeared. Instead, I was standing in a field that seemed to stretch on for hours. The armour I had on had vanished too and I was in a dress, and my hair was

a brief moment but as I made to move, I stumbled into something on the ground. When I looked down to see what it was… I gasped with

scent of blood hung in

bodies.

with fear, screaming. “No! No!” I scrambled to my feet and tried to move when suddenly among the sea of corpses, I saw familiar faces drenched in their blood, staring lifelessly

I cried out as I ran towards the bodies. It was the body of my father, my mother and

It had to be a nightmare. I

his shoulders. “Ramsey… please,

from a wound in his chest, staining my hands. Something shifted inside me as an anguished wail tore from my throat. I

the empty sky. “Why

I stopped, my breath catching

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Slowly, I

Since I returned

you?” I stammered,

Instead, they simply extended a hand

outstretched hand and torn between grief and an unexplainable curiosity that wanted to be satisfied. I wanted to know what I have been seeing

my first

was standing in the middle of a desert with the sun burning so bright that my skin

of life. But there was nothing. No oasis, no distant mountains, not even a single plant, just an endless

land.

called out and immediately, my voice echoed back

me

stillness.

let them die, Lyla,” It accused.

trying to search for the voice but the wind was too strong.

All the people you

that’s not true,” I shouted, “I

your cowardice. Why did you hesitate to come to me?” The voice became distorted now as if a thousand

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