Waking up from bed, still feeling exhausted, Elara got up lazily and walked out of the room. She was still exhausted from the events of the previous day. Going out to meet Nate in his usual position under the tree, she saw him sitting in the shade wearing a dark robe that covered his head. He held what seemed to be a stick and sat there scribbling on the floor. He also seemed to be muttering to himself.

“Blood, bodies, chaos, sorrow,” said Nate still muttering quietly to himself.

“Nate, is everything alright? what are you writing and mumbling?" Asked Elara getting closer.

Upon Getting closer and seeing Nate didn’t turn let alone try to answer, Elara put her hands on his shoulder.

“Dad?” she shook him slightly as she called out. She looked at him confused, something felt off to her.

Nate suddenly stopped what he was doing.

Rising slowly, the figure rose up still backing her, Nate’s figure stood still. Looking at the figure, its hands began twitching and instead of the white lightning crackles she was used to seeing Nate emit, it was golden light that she could see. The golden lights whirled around each other forming strings.

Realizing this immediately Elara backed away trying to reach her sword but she felt nothing by her side. She had completely forgotten it in the room. Stepping back further, she noticed the being mirroring her movement and turning to look at her. Now looking straight, at her, she saw it was still Nate but his eyes were different, it wasn't showing the usual care and love she was used to seeing in those eyes. She saw a look of disapproval in his usually gentle eyes.

The golden strings started spreading, going up and around his whole body. As the strings spread and ascended upward so did the being's height with its muscle mass. With all the golden strings now coming together and concentrating in his eyes. This gave Nate's eyes an unusual golden glow to it.

His face seemed to morph, with his eyes now completely. His turned from dirty blonde to almost white. He grew more beard than Nate had. Looking into his eyes, Elara felt like she couldn't hide anything from him.

“Hyrja” he whispered as he looked into her eyes. Staring down at her arms, he turned back and headed towards the tree. “You’re not ready for what’s coming,” he said. Still frozen with fear, Elara said nothing, all she could do was stare at this being she couldn't comprehend. “Now wake up,” he said. As the wind carried his words, so did she feel the wind carry her back to reality, into the house, and unto her bed.

Feeling her lungs expunged with lack of air, Elara fell from her bed gasping for air frantically. After a while, she could finally control her breathing again. She slowly relaxed Lying on the floor and looking at the roof made of straws.

Her mind drifted back to the dream she had, with the golden-eyed man sitting outside. He looked so much like Nate, till he didn't.

“Was it a dream or did it happen?”, she asked herself, looking at her figure, she was still wearing the white dress. “What if it’s not a dream but it's going to happen?” she whispered under her breath as she stared at her blade by the side. She picked it up and headed out of the house. As she came out of the house, in front of her was someone sitting under the tree, covering himself with a black hood and robe. She stopped in her tracks, and remained frozen, remembering everything that happened. The feeling of being helpless and not able to fight back, the person’s aura and those golden eyes that could see through any lies. Still frozen with fear, Elara stood still. The person then moved and started turning back. As he turned she could see he was holding onto a stick just like the one she had seen before. She grabbed her sword and held onto it firmly, ready to attack at any time

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Looking at her from the distance, Nate started walking over to her. As he drew nearer to her, the look in his eyes was different from the ones she had seen before she awoke.

This one showed a trace of concern for her, but still not wanting to let her guard down, she held her sword which she had just drawn, directing it towards his abdomen. He looked down at the blade and then back into her eyes, he could see fear and dread in them. Without flinching he walked into the blade, piercing his abdomen. Elara shook "Stop" but he would not stop pushing forward. As the blade pierced further, she could feel the tears welling up inside. Pulling her into his embrace he held onto her tightly.

Not being able to take it anymore she broke down crying, her head slowly resting on his chest as he began patting her. With her hands shaking she let go of the sword.

She began sobbing on his chest.

“I don’t know what's happening, I can’t tell what's real anymore” she sobbed, “I almost killed you,” she said.

“It is fine, just tell me everything, let it all out,” Nate said.

Looking at his face she shifted her gaze to the wound she had caused. Nate smiled, he took one look at the sword, held it by its handle, and pulled it out. The blade came out with a gush of blood, as he threw it on the floor. Putting his hand over the injury. White crackles of lightning covered his hands, letting out a heavy breath, he removed his hands, and in place of the injury was now a burn mark. The smell of roasted meat now started filling the air.

“See I am all good, so you don’t have to be worried now,” Nate said, bringing her close again for another embrace. “So, tell me what happened,” he said still holding her close.

“I don’t seem to understand what is happening,” she said. “I feel like I am losing my grasp of reality or I'm going crazy, just recently I saw Flies turning into weaves all leading to a yellow sun”.

“I also had a dream, and in the dream you were there, sitting under the tree as you always do,” Elara said moving away and pointing towards the tree in which he sat under always. “You were dressed the same way you are now but when I approached you and touched you I could feel that you were different”.

Sitting down Elara looked like she was still visibly shaken. He wrapped his hands around her trying to provide some comfort.

"is that all that happened" Nate asked

"Things seem so different now; I can’t place it but I feel different in a way”.

“The other day I could feel my heart racing and as if following my breaths, so was everyone’s movement, I just don’t seem to understand it at all".

“Well for starters, let's say you can now see the weaves, which we can now say is the first step to being a weaver.” Nate smiled and said, as he still held onto her.

Letting go he adjusted himself and now sat close to her as they both watched the sun rise.

“So, you know, when I was younger, I always wanted to be a weaver,” Nate said smiling. "During my younger days, which was during the middle stages of the war, we were picked and thrown into battle with little preparation. We were expected to fight our way out of the warzone. The beasts that roamed around with the stalkers showed no mercy, they heartlessly killed off everyone in their wake” he sighed. It was during one of those battles as I stood by death's door my ability awakened and came forth".

He said this with no expression on his face. “I never really had anyone to teach or train me,” he said, now smiling and looking at her. "I am going to teach you how to control and how to keep yourself safe, but...Now looking more serious than ever you mustn’t let anyone find out about this. Never speak a word of this to anyone no matter the cost, you can’t let them know you can access the weave. I would have loved we started today but you still need some rest” he said getting up and going inside.

“Dad, how was mum like?” Elara asked now staring at his back. He stopped for a while and held onto the locket around his neck.

“Your mother? let’s say she was the best thing that ever happened to me” Nate said before walking back inside leaving Elara alone outside.