Poisonous Dream (The Starlight Gods Series Book 5)

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by Yumoyori Wilson

I tried to stop the tears from falling down my cheeks, holding back the sobs that begged to escape— to be heard by anyone willing to listen to my silent plea.

  “All I want is a purpose. A meaning in this world. I hate this life. I want to be strong. To not care about what people say. I don’t want to feel such misery anymore. Can’t anyone help me?” I cried to the sky, my hands clenched as I continued to cry, unable to hold back any longer.

  I was tired of being pushed and shoved— tired of being hit and abused every day, wherever I turned. I wanted to learn how to fight, to be strong to defend my own.

  I didn’t care if they feared me. I was nothing to them, to begin with. I would build my own foundation, a solid barrier around myself so no one could bring me down. I’d prove to the world that I was someone to acknowledge and not cast aside like a piece of trash.

  All I needed was someone to help me achieve my ultimate goal.

  “Celestia.”

  I swallowed the lump in my throat, making a slow turn to see the familiar man I’d begged for many years to train me— my father’s best friend and master.

  Magnor Rune was a legend— specializing in many arts, combat, and magic for years. His father had lived many generations and had passed down his gained knowledge to Magnor who continued to learn while teaching and training many shifters across the dimensions. He’d settled here in Versa for many years, having trained my father until he was summoned to his gatekeeper duties.

  I’d begged Magnor to train me, since I could barely walk, wanting to be like my father and mother who were powerful and respected. He’d denied my request each time, using the excuse I was either too young or inexperienced to begin my training.

  One must desire so strongly to become great before they hear their calling. Forcing yourself to achieve those standards will only end with failure.

  Since then, he’d continued to decline my request; my last one was last year. After that, I’d given up asking. I didn’t see the point and my heart couldn’t handle the rejection anymore. I dealt with my fair share and adding more would tip me over the edge— as if I wasn’t already there.

  I stared at him with sad eyes; my tears continued to flow down my cheeks as the rain beat down on me. He must have used some type of spell – the water not daring to touch anywhere near his body, leaving him dry.

  His silver eyes stared at me, holding much wisdom in them. He glanced at my soaked appearance, a frown forming on his once expressionless face.

  I didn’t reply to his call, only turned back to face forward. No words could describe how I felt— the desolation and self-pity I’d buried in my very soul had finally resurfaced and raged for salvation. I knew Magnor could help me— save me from my hopeless outlook on life.

  But again, I was tired of asking. If the strong desire I felt within myself wasn’t enough to prove my bullies and enemies wrong, that I wasn’t some weakling who’d be a nobody for the rest of her life, then I’d never achieve that level of ambition.

  I opened my mouth to speak, knowing it would be in vain.

  “Everyone looks at me as if I’m nothing...a nobody. A hindrance. I bet just looking at me makes them cringe in disgust. Every day is the same. Every moment I attempt to look at the better side of life— and my worth and how this too, shall pass. The day ends off far worse than the last. I’m tired...so tired of this. Why won’t anyone listen? Why do I continue on this unknown path of life if all that is left for me is pain? I go to school to be shoved and abused and all the teachers ignore me. I finish school to be pushed in the corner and suffer the onslaught of insults, followed by more kicks and punches. I limp home to an empty house...with not even one person to share my agony with.” I trembled as sobs took over me. I hung my head low, crying my eyes out.

  “I miss Mama and Papa. I want to be loved...to have friends. Yet, no one wants me.”

  I lifted my head to face him, glaring.

  “Is that not enough of a resolution to be trained by you? Will I ever be worth your guidance? Or am I nothing to you too...” I whispered, trembling in place.

  If he deemed me not ready, I would accept my reality; that I’d never be good enough for this world.

  He took a step forward— followed by another. Within a few long strides, he was facing me. Whatever barrier that shielded him grew in size— stopping the rain from its hard decent against my pale skin.

  I lowered my head, closing my eyes as I readied my heart for the same set of words. Instead, his hand rubbed gently against my drenched hair.

  When was the last time anyone had rubbed my head? To show an ounce of affection instead of inflicting pain.

  I lifted my hands to my eyes, crying harder while I sobbed. He wrapped his arm around me, pulling me into an embrace.

  I didn’t hesitate— crying my heart out. If this was the last time I’d have someone to listen to my cries, I’d let every tear fall. I’d let go of all the pain that piled up from the years of abuse and hate. The world would feel the sadness I’d locked inside my soul.

  When I shed the last set of tears and my whimpers softened, I pulled away, looking up to him for his answer. He gave me a small smile while his silver eyes softened.

  “You’re ready,” he whispered.

  About the Author

  Yumoyori.W.Wilson lives in Toronto, Ontario with her lovely Mother, Queen Loulou. When she’s not working the night shift as a Community Registered Nurse, she’s out relaxing with friends or sipping bubble tea while playing Elsword with her gaming friends.

  She has an obsession with fashion and currently owns 100+ lipsticks, 50 being various shades of nudes though she insists all of them are different in their own way. She enjoys reading during her night shift, immersing herself in reverse harem, paranormal and romance novels to pass the time and prevent herself from falling asleep.

  To connect with Yumoyori online:

  Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/yumoyoriauthor

  Yumo’s Star Knight Facebook Group: http://bit.ly/2idc6oD

  Youtube: http://bit.ly/2wZKlGF

  Instagram: @yumoyoriauthor

  Books by Yumoyori Wilson

  The Starlight Gods Series:

  Dark Wish

  Tainted Rose

  RYDER

  Poisonous Dream

  DANIEL (May 4th 2018)

  Forgotten Fairytale (July 2018)

  Paranormal INC Series:

  Visionary Investigator

  Holiday Series:

  Visionary Christmas

  Starlight Christmas

  Visionary New Years

  EARTHALA SERIES:

  Visionary X Starlight- Chapter One

  Visionary X Starlight- Chapter Two (Febuary 10th 2018)

  Visionary X Starlight- St. Patricks Day

  STAND ALONE NOVEL:

  Makoto’s Birthday (May 10th 2018)

  Crimson Storm Series:

  Taming the Storm (April 6th, 2018)

  COLLABORATIVE WRITING:

  Shattered Destiny (February 15, 2018)

  CELESTIA (March 2, 2018)

  Reflections of You (May 5, 2018)

 

 

 


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