The Pale Titan (The Convergence Saga Book 1)
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“There you go girl.” I gently whispered as I patted the palette of pine needles. Josie stood up, slowly stepped up onto her bed and after turning three full circles, laid down. Tucking her nose under her tail, she turned into a dirty yellow furball. I sat down next to her and petted her soft coat, and let myself unwind for a few minutes before lying down. A flurry of thoughts spun recklessly in my head as I sat quietly: pictures of Elle and I carelessly goofing around, little Maddie's quest for a peanut-butter sandwich, a mental and physical connection with the Titan, the chanting of the Takers, a night of confusion and awakening in a vast desert, the death of Bobby...
When the thoughts slowed and my mind's worry eased, I worked my way into my own pile of pines, laid down, and thought of days gone by and futures that might have been as I slipped away to a peaceful dreamland...
It was a crisp and early morning, just before sunrise. I wandered down an empty street in a large, deserted city. The view was as cold and empty as the winter air that nipped at my nose and stung my ears. The chill was the only thing that even touched my senses. The silence was deafening and not even the sound of wind could be heard. There was no smell of car exhaust or breakfast cooking at a sidewalk bistro. It seemed a dead and barren, urban wasteland. Turning the gray, concrete corner, my footsteps stopped abruptly. Towering over the city, a blackish-blue Titan seemed to stare down at me. Anxiety filled my stomach with knots and butterflies, and as I watched the Titan fade from the darkest blue imaginable to a pale chalky white, the sound of church bells rang out from a different direction than the Titan.
Like a lab rat in a maze, searching for the chunk of cheddar at the finish line, I took off in search of the bells. Running down the streets, turning corners in hopes of finding the source before the melodic ringing ended, I felt like I was trapped in some lost episode of The Twilight Zone. A cold sweat beaded on my forehead and dampened my upper lip. I zipped around the corner of an older brick building. The echoing shock of the last ringing of the bells, and the sight of a Gothic-looking, limestone cathedral filled me with awe. Its steeple, crowned with a copper cross, tarnished and green from exposure, towered over the skyline. I slowed to a cautious walk when I climbed the weather-stained steps. A set of immense, ornate wooden doors lay before me and swung open effortlessly before I could even reach for them.
I stepped through the entryway like I was stepping through some mystical portal. Breezing through the vestibule and into the sanctuary, I found pews filled with people of all shapes, sizes, ages... every race, creed, and color... A long line had formed up the center aisle as if waiting their turn for 'Holy Communion'. I turned my gaze to where the pastor or priest should be, but instead, there was a man in everyday, street clothes, bent over to the young woman in front of him. His face was hidden from my view by the full, jet black hair of the woman at the front of the line. When she had finished, she turned to return down the aisle. The blood ran from my face and I felt faint when I saw her glowing eyes.
“ELLE!” I cried out in disbelief.
Everyone in the congregation and the line turned to look at me. My knees went weak and I trembled all over when I watched the sea of glowing eyes land their stares directly on me, with their arms outstretched. The man at the head of the line, where the pastor should have been stood up straight and tall, dropping the chalice from his hand and blood poured from it, splattering and spilling out on the floor beneath it. His dazed look was only surpassed by my own when I looked into his glowing eyes and met my own reflection, my face... it was me. The scene went blood red and then black.
The dream ended, but I managed to sleep a while longer until a wriggling stirred me. More than half asleep, I rolled onto my side and wrapped my arm around Josie. I buried my frosty face in the back of her neck and soaked up her warmth for another hour, trying to wake up, trying to remember and process the frighteningly, realistic dream.
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