Chapter 5 5

The word "tense" would be inappropriate.

No one was able to pinpoint the exact cause of the discomfort, but by the time dinner time arrived, the waterfall's soothing effect had totally exhausted its effects. One possible explanation could be the irritable birthday boy, the bizarre behavior of his mother, or perhaps the strange interaction that took place between the two girls in the middle of the forest. Despite this, the journey to Dreamstream was becoming increasingly peculiar with each passing minute. Curiosity was building up, and no one could stop it from getting out of hand and spilling out into the world.

"Sungie, could you light this up for me?" Felicia inquired for the third time, and a further cloud of smoke filled the atmosphere as the grill was extinguished. Despite the fact that Dwain was certain that the wind was playing tricks on him for the purpose of bad karma or other superstitions Carlene would talk to him about, his tolerance was gradually disappearing. In spite of this, he complied, which stoked a flame that was gradually becoming a warmer shade-impatiens. His mother was not a complete moron. It didn't matter if the flame was present or not; she could feel his irritation. An uneasy feeling began to arise within her as a result of the confirmation.

"Mom, there are times when I feel like you forget that you can shift again," he muttered as softly as he could, while he was making sure to dust himself off. Despite the fact that he was aware that he would continue to smell like smoke for the rest of the evening, the aroma of smoke from the grilling was making its way into his clothing. When he was in the vicinity of the fire, the smell caused him to experience a headache. "What's the point of having kids if they don't make your life easier?" Felicia made a joke, which resulted in her son giving her a half smile.

In the meantime, a number of adolescents were jammed into a single couch that was located in the living room. Perhaps he was a little too short, buy Jordon, who was having a good time on the massage chair, was the only person who seemed to be enjoying himself. It is possible that if you were to abandon the group of pals on a deserted island, they would figure out a way to connect a gaming console to a coconut tree. When they were in close proximity to one another, their shoulders continued to tap against one other, and their fingers smashed into the controllers.

Darrell's mouth was filled with curses as he abruptly veered his entire body to the right, expecting that the animated car would do the same in a more dynamic drifting manner. Unsurprisingly, the only thing that transpired was that an enraged Javier shoved the younger child away from him with great force. As he growled, he jerked his wrists up to obtain a power boost. "You know, you only have to move your hands, dumbass," he said.

"Uh, how are you? I am getting crammed into this space. As Lottie played the one and only game she was even remotely skilled at, she had a huffing expression and her eyes were fixed on the screen. As she crossed the finish line in fourth place, her character, who was a pink princess, cheered. "Trust me, we all are." The moment Javier 's elbow pushed into Augustus's thigh, Augustus let out a sigh and flinched.

Despite the fact that the decision had already been decided, chaos broke out as he and Darrell argued over who had emerged victorious in the competition for first place. The individuals who were housed in the kitchen were standing just a few feet behind them, portraying the turmoil in a new manner. On the counter, little Jae and Ellen sat with their faces covered in icing, which was also used to decorate the cake in part.

"How did the red velvet cake end up... green?" Because Gregory was in charge of the batter, Carlene was unable to even finish her statement with a question because she was quite certain that she would be disappointed. He defended himself by raising his hands and holding a piping bag between two of his fingers he was holding up.

"Take a look at some fundamental color theory. Considering that vanilla cake is yellow, I decided to combine it with blue in order to make it red. After he had finished speaking, he paused for a moment before scratching his head in order to digest what he had just said. The string of laughs that Luisa couldn't help but let out was unavoidable.

It is not possible to select a primary color. What about the colors blue and yellow? Come on, Mr. Basic Color Theory, it is quite evident that this would not result in the color red. While she was doing so, she smiled and shook her head, creating dollops of icing on the lining of the cylinder cake. The expression on Suzanne's face quickly changed to one of bewilderment.

"This isn't even a red velvet cake, then; it's just vanilla cake dyed green!" she complained to herself. Gregory laughed in an odd manner. According to the rules, it is still colored blue. "This color wheel thing is beyond my comprehension," he muttered with a frown. His lack of information caused Ellen to laugh out loud.

As she began, she began to swing her feet in beat off of the marble counter. "It's simple, Gregory," she said. "Yellow and blue make green, like your eyes; yellow and red make orange, like Dwain's eyes-sometimes." While she was thinking, she looked up, which caused her older sister to laugh along with her.

And then blue and red make purple like..." Her vision darted between the numerous faces before resting on a particular one. "And then blue and red make purple like..." "Luisa's eyes."

Simply hearing the word "purple" was enough to cause her heart to stop beating with fear. She was briefly reminded of the strangely horrifying nightmare that she had just experienced by the appearance of flashes of the same eerie hue that appeared in her vision. Nevertheless, she was only just beginning to become aware of the fact that the young girl was able to perceive the color purple. Ellen was innocently staring directly at her, as if she were seeing through the flimsy lenses that had been placed on top of what was supposed to be her iris.

Luisa was unable to move. Both Suzanne and Gregory were caught aback by the odd sight, and they turned around to face her with some reluctance. She answered her own question by saying, "No, I put in my contacts this morning." In a feeble attempt to save herself, Carlene was clearing her throat while she was thinking about the same thing. "Ellen, her name is Luisa." Despite the fact that she was still staring at those purple eyes, she managed to make a grin that was very hesitant.

"I'm so sorry " What gives your eyes that look like that, Luisa? They are great in every way! Despite the fact that the elder child's chest was beginning to fill with additional concerns, the younger girl persisted in questioning the subject. Seeing that her tolerance was running low, Carlene picked her up off the counter and motioned for her to come into the living room.

There was complete silence in the kitchen, with the only sounds coming from the television and the screams of the savages. Luisa was praying that this never-ending identity problem would, well, come to an end. She had a million things rushing through her head at the same time. Prior to Gregory opening his mouth to query it, she hurried to the nearest lavatory, locked the door, and double-checked it before facing the mirror. She did this before Gregory could open his mouth to question it.

There was a large amount of purple in the contacts.

In the hopes that it was some kind of twisted joke or that her mind was playing tricks on her, she threw it away in the sink without giving it any thought. The sight left her mouth gaping open as she quickly adjusted her vision to the warm light coming from above. She did this by blinking a few times in fast succession. Her right eye had a blue color.

"What the fuck?" She yelled in a hushed tone, not anticipating that her voice would be heard above the din that was occurring outside the cramped restroom. Despite the fact that the curiosity was frightening, it grew at an alarmingly rapid pace. She withdrew the left one without giving it a second thought, and you could feel it crushing beneath your hands as she did so.

Despite the fact that it was both expected and unexpected, it reflected a fiery rustic tint. This was both expected and surprising.

The sink's edge was being held with a trembling grasp by Luisa as he took a deep breath. She eventually caught herself in a state of astonishment as she lifted her gaze once more to her image before her thoughts had a chance to gather themselves.

The colors blue, red, blue, and red.

In a matter of milliseconds, the colors changed from one eye to the next, and the transition between them occurred in a flash. This was a flamboyant, sporadic, and inconsistent behavior. The shift started to cause discomfort. In an effort to alleviate the scorching sensation, Luisa reached up to them and vigorously rubbed them. She had the impression that she had been gazing at the light for an excessive amount of time, but all she could feel was blackness all around her.

There is darkness.

Dwain slipped into the dimly lit walkway, stumbling over his steps as his head began to pulsate in erratic beats. He was unable to stop himself from falling. The ache came on suddenly, and his mother would not be pleased with his unexpected disappearance, at least not when she became aware of it.

He was unable to decide if she was merely clinging to him because it was her first birthday, a celebration that she could enjoy without being confined to a single room, or whether there was another explanation for her behavior. Dwain was not a complete moron. Among all the individuals he knew, his mother was the most possessive of them all, and she was extremely possessive.

Even though he heard faint cheering coming from the cabin, he continued walking. He assumed that the cheers were coming from his pals. The pain in his feet was a result of his legs carrying him along the cobblestone. It's possible that the ache was caused by the scent of burning charcoal while I was helping all of the fathers grill, but it still seemed out of the ordinary.

Through some peculiar signals, he was able to determine the precise location from whence it was emanating.

When he finally opened the back door of the other cabin, which was just a couple of feet farther away, he was welcomed by the aroma of the candle that his father had also burned in the past. Even when he was not there, his presence was more powerful than while he was at home. The only thing that happened was that it made his headache worse; he is now walking with his fingers pushed on his temples.

As he neared the chamber, he recalled how it had caused him to tremble when he was younger. Even after many years had passed, he was still able to recall the sound of his father's music playing from within the house while he would study for hours on end. However, despite the fact that the enormous wooden double doors were virtually asking him not to come in, he was eager to inquire about the situation. He turned both of the handles without any hesitation, and then he stepped into the office in a confident manner.

The first thing that he did was take a peek at the bookcase that was high above the desk that greeted him as he entered the room. It was his assumption that the old tunes were being played on a record player. In the process of approaching it, he became aware of a well-known band that was atop it: The Bee Gees. Despite dragging out the leather rolling chair, Dwain's face stayed in the same pained look throughout the entire process.

The tension in his shoulders increased as he sank into the contour of it. It was an unnatural experience for him to be in the post, which was where his father would spend nights on end. As he opened each drawer, he was greeted by an overwhelming amount of dust, which further exacerbated his sense of being overwhelmed by the sheer number of drawers that were located on just one side of the desk. This indicated that he had not handled these items in a considerable amount of time.

So, what exactly am I trying to find?

His investigation of the various compartments was brief, and he discovered nothing but pointless paperwork pertaining to politics and the Simmons family; their competition appeared to be old news anyway. He proceeded to explore each compartment in turn. As he reached down to the final drawer on the right, he rolled his eyes and remained there. He tried to pull the handle, just as he had done with every other drawer, but it remained stuck. He had tried this with every drawer.

Dwain, who was just eight years old at the time, was informed by his father that the technology would most certainly be available for use with fire. Despite his efforts to unlock the engraved handle by lighting a small flame in his palm, the device continued to remain unlocked.

His patience was wearing thin, and he said, "A key?" beneath his breath. As he eased himself back onto the plush leather, he cast his gaze upward toward the ceilings. The chamber was illuminated by rays of moonlight, which reflected a unique shade into the space. The color purple. After standing up and gazing over the bookshelves, he noticed a window made of stained glass that was, in fact, the color that kept coming up again and over again. A flame was rekindled as he reached down once more, accompanied by a huffing sound. It was this time that he flickered the flame color to match the mystery orchid while he held the handle once again.

He smirked and said, "Open sesame," as he felt the door start to open.

Before he could even begin to celebrate, a sensation of unease suddenly appeared in his stomach. He discovered something that was a little bit more specific than he had anticipated having found right on top of the wooden surface. In contrast to the other drawers, he did not face any political plotting files or a whirlwind of dust that came flying at him by any means.

There was, on the other hand, a folder that featured Luisa's name in bold.