The Witch's Protector

It was one evening in autumn, 1827, Rose Duville, a young woman who hit her early twenties, with her pale beautiful skin and an unexplainable innocent countenance, was standing beside a brook. The water was streaming and sounded bubbling.

POV of Rose Duville:

Her hands were holding the stem of a white rose.

'How should I tell him about this?'

Rose Duville bit her lips and she looked quite anxious. Her pair of blue eyes were staring at a mansion that was elegantly structured, not too far away from the position where she was standing at that time. She inhaled.

'I still remember that evening!'

'He had me into that mansion!' She paused and smelled the flower in her hands.

'He took me to a lounge and I saw no one in the mansion. There were only some maids and male attendants who seemed to do some work and what he asked them to do for me. He was holding my hand tightly as we were walking from the front door of that mansion to the lounge room.'

'His eyes were hypnotizing at that time he was pouring some wine for both of us! His sparkling eyes made me so shivering feeling of anxiety, throwing me into a rabbit hole that he would create with his charming smiles! I know I was too naïve to know what such a man he is!'

Rose Duville shivered as she could remember the warmth of Knight Richard's hand when his hand wrapped her tiny fingers that evening.

'His smile was magnetizing when he offered me that drink. He asked me to take one sip of that wine!'

'I took it a sip then I stopped as the flavour tasted strange in my tongue. He smiled and put his thumb on my lips, he rubbed my lips gently as he said 'The wine', and I could see the streaming ocean of honest affection in his blue eyes.'

Rose Duville stopped remembering what happened that evening. She took a deep breath.

'He asked me to take some sips again before he took the glass away from my hand, he smiled at me and asked 'I love the smell of the wine on your lips!'. He walked to a table at the corner of the room and put the glasses on the table. He approached me again and stared at me as I was standing in front of him. I said to him that my head was dizzy, and asked him whether that wine caused my dizziness?' He only smiled and said 'You'll be fine, Rose'. I was relieved to hear that.'

Rose Duville threw her eyes to the brook that was streaming near where she was standing.

'Within a few seconds, he lifted my body and put me on his lap as he was sitting on the lounge. He mesmerized me with his eyes and smile. He caressed my cheek gently and said, 'You're beautiful Rose! I am a bit crazy with your pale and tiny figure.' He touched my lips with his fingers. His thumb rubbed my lips gently. 'I hope you don't mind if I kiss you.' I was dizzy enough to stay conscious of him and every action that he made. He kissed me so passionately. I could not defend it when his lips thrust my lips, explored my mouth with his tongue, and forced me to welcome his tongue inside my mouth. I was so shocked, but my dizziness made me weaker. I let him put my arms around his neck while he was kissing me.'

She inhaled again and touched her stomach.

'He seemed to want something more than only some kisses. He put me with his two arms to his bedroom. I could see the bedroom unclearly since I almost fainted with my dizziness and his kisses required me to inhale deeply. He put me on his bed gently while he was standing beside the bed and staring at me. I was moaning because my head felt so heavy and made me want to recline for that evening. I assumed if I had a chance to do that, I would run and return home, put myself in my bedroom to take enough rest.'

'I could see some scattered white roses on the bed as I lay down there. I love the fragrance. It made me quite relaxed and I could see he was still standing, smiling at me. 'Do you like it, Rose? Those roses?' he asked me as he put his shirt off. I nodded. He sat beside me with his chest barely naked, uncovered with no single thread. His broad chest seemed like a land with its warmth to lay on. His eyes were as blue as the fresh bluebells with the morning dews. I could smell some musk from his chest as he reclined his body next to me, his head was leaned with one of his arms. Then, he kissed me more passionately and what happened to him made me wonder that I was enjoying everything he did to me!'

Rose Duville wiped her nose.

'He, then, positioned himself above me and I could see some sparks in his eyes that made me both excited and scared. I strived from his grips on my both wrists, but again, my headache made me too weak to oppose his manly power. Then, my struggle only lasted for some minutes before that sacred activity...I know it should be sacred!'

The autumn breezes blew away some of her hair strands, and covered her forehead and her cheek. Rose Duville tried to uncover her sight from some of her hair strands.

'He destroyed the purity of my pearl in that evening. It should be destroyed in a sacred manner, more than passion or temptation, it should be pure in the name of love between me and him. I saw that blood on the sheet and he grinned in his victory to find it!'

Rose Duville sniffed harshly. Her hands were clenched tightly and squeezed the rose petals, destroying the petals with her anger.

'It happened repeatedly and the fourth time, I successfully escaped from his grip!'

Rose Duville gritted her teeth.

She threw her sight to the mansion and saw a shadow sneaking out from the mansion.

POV of Knight Richard:

Knight Richard stopped walking and turned his head around.

'I hope nobody found me sneaking out from the mansion!'

He inhaled as he saw the horse carriages weren't parked in the yard of the mansion.

'I asked the maids and the male attendants told my family that I was out to get some fresh air!'

'They must be going out to find something for dinner or attending the party at the Cameron's' house. They love party a lot!'

'Who cares about the party so? Rose Duville is more interesting to spend with than spending time with some unknown ladies with their faking laughter!'

Knight Richard sniffed harshly and tightened his outer mantle.

'I love her pale and soft skin texture! I almost can't sleep in a week because my thoughts were flooded by her.'

He turned his head down as he passed through the small gate that separated the mansion from the small house of Rose Duville and her family.

'I also question myself why I am still obsessed with her. I thought at first, I was challenged by Rose's ignorant attitude and her independence. I love her challenges whenever she says 'No' to going out with me. But unfortunately, she doesn't know how Knight Richard's emotional system operates. The more she rejected me, the more I strategized to get closer with her.'

Knight Richard smirked with a devious expression.

'I know that her family needs some financial support to enlarge their farming business. So, I came to their house and offered some money as a loan but if they allowed their daughter to go out with me to have vine festival, I would give it freely!'

Knight Richard sniffed.

'I told them that the rule to attend the festival, is the participants should be in a couple. I told them that I was too busy finding a lady to accompany me since I had to finish and spend my whole-time studying business and I am also running my family business, helping my father to run his mining business and farming business.'

'I felt so victorious that I saw Rose Deville standing in the lounge room and she seemed so naïve and hopeless. She drank the wine that I offered and I loved the expression on her innocent face when she found the taste of the wine on her tongue. She looked so desirable like a red apple was ready to bite and munch.'

Knight Richard smiled and rubbed his lips with his thumb gently.

'Her lips taste so sweet like the wine that she drank!'

'And like a wine, she made me drunkard for her, everything that she has makes me so obsessed and wants me to explore her more!'

'She's so tiny and delicate that I could squeeze in my grip, I love to see her striving, trying to escape from my grip, firing me up to control her under my power, I love to hear her moaning to whatever my fingers did onto and into her.'

Knight Richard inhaled as he could sense the spark of victory inside his chest.

'She will always be mine. Who man will willingly marry her after what I've done to her? I believe none! She's been under my control already!'

'I want to see her begging me over and over to me to marry her, crawling in front of me. I need to see those!'

'Although I could never give her what she deserves from me. I couldn't and wouldn't marry a young woman who has a different gap in our social status!'

'I just want to taste her and give my control over her...'

Knight Richard rushed as he saw a tiny figure of Rose Duville standing near the brook.

"Rose!" He only had that word to mention and come out from his lips as his heart started pounding faster.

The breeze delivered him a scent of roses from the young woman who was standing in front of him.

'She always puts the rose oil on her skin and the trick always makes me lose my mind!' thought Richard Knight as he hugged that small-figured woman.

He kissed her passionately and made her panting requiring some time to take a breath.

He released his deep kiss from that young woman but his hands still gripped her waist as he wanted her more.

The wind blew more harshly and rustled.

"No, Richard! Stop that!" Rose Duville tried to release herself from Knight Richard's grips.

A worry was depicted in her eyes as Knight Richard deeply stared into them.

"What did happen Rose?" Knight Richard unstiffened his voice, he didn't want to ruin that evening meeting.

He seemed restless to have a time when his body could release sparks inside him that made him couldn't sleep well within a week. He desired her kisses and wanted their union in body and soul.

Rose Duville didn't answer his question, but she kept staring into his eyes before taking a deep inhale.

"I'm carrying your seed, Richard!" She spoke in a tense tone her mouth almost closed and her teeth gritted.

Knight Richard kept no words. He was standing in stillness, but his fingers were clenched tightly.

"What you did to me was forbidden, Knight Richard!" Rose Duville increased her pitch as she felt anxious and desperate to see the cold response from that man. "Please, propose me and marry me! Make this child a father!" she paused and begged desperately at Knight Richard who seemed to look at her with a severely arrogant stare.

In a few seconds then, Knight Richard took some deep inhales and talked no words as he turned his back to return to the mansion and he left Rose Duville who was crying desperately alone in her cowering place.

At present time on one morning of the autumn season:

'It wasn't unlocked.'

Sonya Duville inhaled deeply as she found a wooden gate behind her family house's backyard was unlocked.

'It's time for me to explore that abandoned mansion while I am taking a morning walk. I hope Auntie Caroline is still sleeping in her room!'

She decided to take a morning walk through the path in front of her. It was a small path from red stones where along both sides, some willow trees, some medium-height pine trees, and bluebell plants were growing shadily.

'It was five-thirty in the morning.' Sonya sighed.

Her ears were catching the sound of chirping birds on some pine and willow branches to welcome a new day.

'Lord of the Day on Earth just appeared to show his sunny and reddish throne!'

'It's so peaceful here!'

She took some long deep inhales and put as much fresh oxygen from the fantastic morning into her lungs as she traced the path.

'All I need is time to contemplate and restructure my life! I think this village will be a good place for me to reside.'

She stretched out and continued to walk again.

In the middle of her paces, she stopped walking, rubbing her back neck as she felt a bit shivering.

She scattered her sight to her surroundings as she pondered that her eyes had caught slightly a shadow of something sneaking so fast behind her. Sonya turned around and found nobody was there.

She took a deep breath to become a bit relaxed.

'I've been a little bit paranoid lately!'

She thought and folded her two arms forward.

'I thought something was following. Glad it was only my overrated unstable emotion.'

Pulling up the collar of the jogging sweater that she wore as the breeze was quite chilling.

The ambiance in her surroundings was tranquil, far away from the crowded noises of the big city where she used to live. The natural voice of some birds chirping, and water streaming of a brook nearby sounded babbling.

Suddenly, she heard something, a creature was grunting and panting near the streaming brook as she walked through.

Sonya halted her steps and tried to listen carefully.

'What's that?' she encouraged herself to find out.

The wind was blowing and it dispensed the rancid gore scent from a nearby place into her nose.

Sonya stepped carefully as she avoided making any sounds, stepping away from any piles of dried leaves and old branches or twigs on the ground. She strolled down some hedge plants to approach the brook.

'Are those stains of blood?' she thought in her silence at that time her eyes were capturing some reddish substance scattering on the ground in front of her. She felt a bit suspicious and her mind started to run some scenarios of what had happened in front of her place. She followed the blood marks and the sounds of panting, granting had vanished.

"It is a private land belonging to my big family. My ancestors had bought the land from a rich merchant family before they either moved away to another state or could flee to another country. That rich merchant family should sell their wealth because the market was getting worse at that time". Sonya talked to herself to make herself calmer.

'It should be a predator that killed its prey!' Sonya sighed and kept walking to follow the blood traces.

'My gosh!' She covered her mouth with a hand. What she saw was quite a nasty sight. It was a fox with a cracked opened abrasion on its neck.

'What did kill that poor fox?' She began to become anxious and curious. Approaching the dead body of the fox that was positioned near the side of the brook, she found out that something had sucked all the blood that carcass had.

Her legs reached out to the carcass and pulled it near to her as she felt a little bit sickened with the form of its biting-off cut.

'Was that a bear, a wolf?' She sighed. 'Impossible. It's private land. I am sure no wild beast is living in this area.' She started questioning. 'But what did this to the carcass?' She disseminated her sight to the surroundings, otherwise, she only caught the sound of streaming water, some birds chirping and nothing looked weird.

In a few seconds, Sonya thought what she would do with the carcass and then, decided to bury it. She sighed and her eyes caught an old shovel that was put into the ground, under an old willow, not far from her.

'Perhaps, the gardener has left it!' Sonya tugged the shovel and started to dig a hole in the ground to bury the dead body of the fox.

She was washing her hands in the streaming brook when she found a steam of withered white rose passing through in the water flow.

'Where is this withered rose coming from?'

She wondered where the white rose probably came from.

She picked up the rose and got up from her kneeling position.

'Did it come from that mansion?'

Sonya's memory flashed into her childhood.

She saw that old mansion behind the fence of her family's property. It was only separated by a small path.

It was an ivory-coloured mansion with some rambling plants.

'Granny often warned me not to visit that old mansion. She always said that the mansion once was owned by a rich and arrogant merchant family. Whenever I asked Granny why she didn't allow me to visit that mansion, she answered that the mansion had been aged and never renovated. She was afraid of something bad happening when I played around that place!'

Sonya gazed at the mansion from her place.

'It looks elegant, mysterious and spooky!'

'When I was ten years old, perhaps I would obey that warning although the mysterious façade of that old mansion kept my curiosity to find out more about it. Now, I am a grown-up woman! No one could warn me to investigate it.'

She was drawn to follow the path along the brookside and stopped near the small brick bridge with its old red wall that separated the land from the old mansion.

She checked the padlock of the gate.

'It was unlocked!' She whispered.

After breathing deeply, her curiosity enormously draped her mind to uncover the mansion's mystery.

The cracking sound of an old gate was horrendous, Sonya paused and reached her eyes out from what existed behind the slightly opened gate. Her heart was beating faster and she almost caught its sounds in her ears. She closed her eyes and encouraged herself.

'Everything will be fine!'

She got startled at the time she was about to step into the entrance path of the old mansion, a big crow perched on the wall.

'Which direction that the crow did hover?'

Sonya inhaled and looked at the crow that just appeared.

The crow was cawing on the top place where she was standing still.

'I see something magical from that crow's stare. Did it try to say something to me?'

Sonya was nervous as she looked into the crow's eyes. It was staring at her.

She encouraged herself to walk into the entrance path.

She paused her strides, turning her head around and finding the crow was still perching on the gate wall, as its pair of black eyes kept staring at her.

Sonya still held the stem of a withered white rose that she found floating in the brook. The wind started to blow chilling.

'What the mystery it is keeping for years.'

She fixed some hair strands from covering her eyes as the breeze kept blowing further to bestow some biting sensations on the bones than it was before.

She stopped walking, turning around and seeing Lassie, the family's dog running to approach her.

The dog seemed not to be brave enough to step out from the gate and even to bark. He was only sitting in the front of the gate and kept staring at her. The same thing as the crow did.

"Be quiet Lassie!"

She put her finger on her lips as a code to ask for the German shepherd dog not to bark.

The mansion had an archway gate with the old brick wall but there was no door. Some of the bricks were broken and made a big hole in the way Sonya could sneak through it.

Sonya stood in front of the archway gate. She could see some piles of dried leaves in its front yard.

The mansion's front door was closed with some rambling plants covering its handle. The wall was covered with mosses as it had been aged. The smell of dumpy, rotten plants or probably dead rats or any dead animals made Sonya decide to not continue investigating the mansion in front of her.

'It smelled so rotten. I couldn't stand for it!'

Sonya closed her mouth and nose with her hand.

Further, she listened to a woman shout her name.

'It must be my auntie, Caroline!' Sonya turned around and rushed to return to the gate of her family's property land. She tried to lock the padlock but it seemed that it had broken because of corrosion.

"Come on Lassie!" She yanked the necklace of the dog to run with her. She found that the crow had hovered away as it disappeared from her sight since she closed the gate.

She walked a few steps before she heard something growling and the breeze blew harshly behind her. She turned her head and watched the mansion. It was so gloomy, dark, aged, and timely worn.

She sighed and Lassie was running ahead. His barking voice made Sonya return to her realm.

"Okay. I am coming with you!" She said as she found the dog sitting ahead and waiting for her to approach.

Lassie walked with Sonya but she could see some fear in that dog's eyes as he frequently stopped just to turn his head back, directing his sight to the mansion. He woofed softly and looked at Sonya.

Without saying any words, Sonya put him into her arms and carried him away.

Sonya saw Auntie Caroline waiting behind the wooden gate of the family backyard. She looked quite worried in her waiting for Sonya but, finally, she made a big smile on her lips when she saw Sonya approaching with Lassie in her arms.

Auntie Caroline was a woman who hit her sixties with grey hair in a bun. She couldn't see clearly since she had a cataract on her left sight. She was a widow of a local writer, Mr. Hengelbert who died more than a decade ago because of mysterious syndrome.

"What a wonderful morning, Auntie!" Sonya smiled and put down Lassie on the ground as she closed the gate.

Auntie Caroline sighed.

"I hope you don't visit the mansion anymore as you used to be so curious about it! Mother always warned me to keep an eye on you for doing that!"

Sonya nodded and caressed the neck of Lassie as they were walking into the house.

Before she walked into the yard of her family house, Sonya threw the withered rose out from the gate and rushed to follow the steps of Auntie Caroline and the wiggled tail dog, Lassie who couldn't stop barking as he tried to tell something to Auntie Caroline.

Living in a small village was prestigious for having a cup of coffee on the porch and watching the sunset.

Sonya inhaled and she was about to take some sips of her coffee when her ears captured a woman's voice, but it was not either hers or Auntie Caroline.

"Sonya...your journey will begin..." that voice whispered so gently in Sonya's ears.

'Whose voice is that?' Sonya put her coffee cup on a table that was in front of her and Auntie Caroline.

"Auntie, did you hear that?" she asked Auntie Caroline who was sitting next to her on an old wooden chair, but Auntie Caroline didn't hear what Sonya said to her as she was too absorbed in reading something from the magazine in her hands.

Sonya took a deep breath as she knew that Auntie Caroline missed her question, otherwise, she didn't want to ask twice about that.

Auntie Caroline finished reading a magazine that she brought at that time Sonya took her coffee cup again from the table and sipped some.

"It's getting colder for my old bones, Sonya!" Auntie Caroline rose from her seat and walked into the front door. "Will you serve dinner?" She turned her head to Sonya before entering the house. Her wrinkled hands with some vein lines were folded in front and held tightly to the side of the sweater that she was wearing.

Sonya nodded. "No problem! Let me look for some menu!"

Auntie Caroline smiled and tapped her shoulder. "Enjoy your evening coffee time, dear!"

Sonya held and kissed Auntie Caroline's hand before that old woman drew it and left her alone on the porch. She inhaled deeply and looked at the horizon above was becoming more reddish and orange.

"What a wonderful sunset, Lassie!" She talked to the German shepherd dog who was sitting on the long sofa next to her.

'I never enjoyed an evening so relaxed as this evening!' She smiled as she put her coffee cup on the table and looked through some menus for dinner on the pages of the magazine. She was busy flipping over pages when she heard someone talking.

'Hey, coward! Why are you staring at me?' a throaty voice of a man stopped Sonya's eyes from the magazine in her hands. She turned her head and looked around and there was nobody in the front yard or near her.

'Hey, stupid cat, why now you are staring at her?' again that voice appeared.

Sonya closed the magazine and the voice sounded so nearby. She saw Lassie was staring at something. She followed Lassie's eye that directed at something behind the plant pot outside the terrace. Then, her ears captured a meowing sound from there.

She turned her head at Lassie. "Did you speak?" She wrinkled her forehead.

Lassie woofed softly to her as his eyes looked into her.

Sonya sighed. "Glad you're barking!" She continued to read the magazine again.

She rose from her seat and asked Lassie to come with her into the house as the dark approached.

Behind the front gate, she could see that the street was getting quiet and dark, there was no street light along the street side since it was only a street of a village that bridged the area with the nearest market. Alongside the street, there were some maples and two old oak trees.

Her family house was built in a spacious family land and resided quite remotely from the nearest neighborhood. It took a fifteen-minute walk to get there.

'Granny used to make maple syrup from those trees and served it with some pancakes for breakfast, some grated cheese on the top!' She remembered that and started to become a little bit nostalgic as her eyes caught the swaying dances of some maple trees' leaves.

Sonya found Auntie Caroline fell asleep in front of the television that she should have been watching as Sonya entered the house with Lassie. She locked the front door quietly to avoid the key's clicking sound startling Auntie Caroline. After putting the magazine on the magazine shelf, Sonya entered the kitchen.

'Hey, Sonya, Sonya. Look at those hams. It looks so delicious!' Again, that sound appeared at the time Sonya opened the fridge door to prepare some stuff for dinner.

'The voice seemed so near, as it came from my left side!' Sonya closed the fridge and wiped her nose as her heart started pounding. 'Whose voice is that?' She turned her head to her left side. Nobody was there except Lassie who was sitting on the floor with his begging eyes kept looking at her. Lassie woofed again as Sonya looked at him. He put out his tongue with his half mouth opened as he craved for something.

Sonya stared at that dog for some seconds. She was so freaking confused.

'Did the voice belong to that dog?' She inhaled.

She opened the fridge and took two slices of hams from its plastic bag. She put those hams on the floor slowly while her eyes still stared at the dog.

Lassie turned his head to the right side as he seemed to ask why Sonya looked suspicious of him. Later, he ate those hams after woofing at her.

Sonya sighed and put one of her hands on her waist.

'Am I freaking?' She rubbed her forehead and backed to slice some vegetables, onions, and chicken breast meat that had already been cooked to make fried noodles.

She had prepared the dinner and took off the apron that she wore. She folded the apron and hung it on the handle of the oven. As she walked in front of Lassie who was sitting on the floor and his eyes kept staring at the dining table, her ears captured that voice again saying this, 'It smells so nice, Sonya. May I....?'

Sonya stopped her steps and looked at that dog who also stared at her with his widened eyes.

"Are you talking to me, Lassie?" She asked in a low pitch and the dog answered her question with his barking sound.

She sighed and walked to approach her Auntie.

"Auntie, let's have dinner!" She whispered in Auntie Caroline's ear and woke the old woman up gently.

"I must've fallen asleep!" Auntie Caroline chuckled and rose from her lazy seat.

They were having dinner and spending time talking about many things.

"I think the late Uncle Elbert loved you!" Sonya ate some bite slices of watermelon that she bought from the nearest market that morning. For desserts, Auntie Caroline chose some peeled-off small cutting pieces of a banana.

Auntie Caroline sighed. "The last story that he wrote was about us. The way we met! How rough life had been to us in our early years of marriage!" The eyes of Auntie Caroline looked more sparkling when her lips gushed the story about her last everlasting love, Mr. Hengelbert.

Sonya swallowed her water as deep down inside her heart, she desired to find out the kind of love that the late Uncle Elbert brought to her Auntie.

"But he never finished that story!" Auntie Caroline gripped the napkin tightly as she remained the last story of Uncle Elbert.

Sonya let Auntie Caroline leave the dining room while she was alone and taking a seat. She did some contemplations as her mouth was munching some crisps from the jar. When she glanced at Lassie who still sat on the chair next to her and stared at her eating. Sonya gave her plate with the remaining noodles from her and Auntie Caroline's dinner meals for Lassie to finish up. Lassie seemed to not mind helping her clean all the stuff on the plate before she washed the culinary tools used for dinner that night.

She glanced at the dog who was eating next to her and rubbing her forehead. "Tell me, did you speak to me?"

She stared at the dog and was still questioning where the voice came from while her mouth was busy munching.

Lassie stopped eating the noodles, looking at her and woofing at her.

Sonya's eyes were wandering through the window of the kitchen to the family land. 'It looked so dark there!' She sighed. All she could see was the shadows of trees and some swaying leaves that were blown by the wind.

In a few moments, she saw the walking fog approaching to overwhelmingly cover the family land and the house where she was sitting. It seemed that the fog had built a wall guarding off the family land and the house from any sights coming through the mansion.

Sonya inhaled deeply. 'I couldn't see the shadow of the mansion! The thick fog made it invisible and separated off. Like we are on different islands.'

Sonya drew the curtain to veil the window as she finished washing the dishes. Lassie was sitting in front of the television. Sonya thought Auntie Caroline had to go to bed. She turned off the television.

She was going to sleep in a room on the attic floor. Her footsteps sounded thudding lightly at the time she stepped on the wooden stairs.

Sonya remembered that she used to be afraid when she was a little girl to sleep in that room alone. She used to imagine that the sound of the wind coming through the ventilation glass which opened slightly and was covered by the mosquito trapping filaments, in the middle of the night, could transform like the humming sound of someone pronouncing a kind of mantra.

"Good night, Lassie!" She pulled the blanket and saw Lassie reclining near her feet.

Lassie moved his eyes to her as she turned her back and started to close her eyes.

'I have never seen the fog so thick as I saw right now!' She wrapped her body with a blanket.

'It should be chilling but it feels warm here in this room!' She pulled down the blanket. She leaned her head side with one of her arms. She saw the walking fog didn't come through the opened ventilation glass. 'They just passed through!' Sonya whispered in silence.

In a short moment, her eyes felt so heavy that Sonya could not help to close her both eyelids and get to fall asleep.

The time was passing slowly and inaudibly, unwavering moment as the sounds of nocturnal animals were dreadfully voiceless and the animals seemed to hide inside their nests.

In the middle of the night, the walking fog stopped to wander and faintly came through the opened window. Within the fog, there was also a bright light that was hiding.

The fog faintly covered the room and it slowly moved to spin into a spiral movement, approaching Sonya who was reclining on her bed. It sounded like a mantra whisper as it tried to cover Sonya's front body as she was sleeping.

Sonya and Lassie were sleeping profoundly as they were wandering into a dream land and neither one of them realized that the fog had passed and nudged into the nostril as Sonya inhaled in her sleep. Only took a few seconds before the fog completely disappeared and smoothly streamed into Sonya's nose as she was breathing in.

The fog seemed to move and talk like an entity and now, it had profoundly enshrined its ethereal substance into Sonya.