Raven... Or a section from "Bridgeman Mannor" as long promised

Hello Everyone!

It is with great pleasure that I tell you.... today I will be posting a part of a chapter of my Novel!

No, it's not more from the short stories of the characters I am writing... but it is a little peice to see if you all are paying attention! I would love plenty of feed back...

My sister is my reader normally, but, I would like more helpers.

So without further a do:

I opened my eyes to find I didn’t know where I was.  In fact I couldn’t even see where I was; everything was red; the sky the ground. I lifted my hands and saw the pale white was covered in the burgundy as well.  I blinked my eyes hoping it wasn’t real it was all a dream but everything looked amazingly tangible.  I took in a full breath and coughed the smell of metal out. The wind was blowing my black hair in my face, and I took comfort in the dark color. 

            I took in my little spot of ground and it too was covered in blood, what the hell was going on.  Tears started to stream down my cheeks, I felt confused and scared. No this was more than scared; I was terrified, even more than that I was starting to believe that I caused such a horrid scene.  But how? Only seconds ago I was in my room contemplating the choices ahead of me… wait… the choices ahead of me?   As I looked around the red fog was starting to fade, and I saw him; Jordan standing tall and strong and full of power. I remembered that he was in the room with me, and he was telling me something… what was he telling me?  I wanted to ask him, but then a fear pulled at my stomach and I stopped myself… What if I did this, what if I choose the wrong thing and it caused death. 

But who’s death?

What have I done? 

            I looked around again, this time to find Mally. When I found her, she crying but preparing herself for another attack.  I ran to her, it seemed like I was running up hill and against the wind.  It also felt as if I were running in water, when I looked down it wasn’t water; it was a stream of blood.  I didn’t know whether to scream or cry… I did a little of both.  Still I continued to run to Mally; it took forever to get to her. When I ran up to her, she pushed me aside to shield me from a deadly blow. 

            “Raven, you need to run to safety!” she was screaming over the roar of something.

            “Why?! What is this? What’s going on?” I couldn’t hear why she was screaming. I knew that there was a war going on around us but I couldn’t hear it.

            “Raven, it’s the World’s Collide now go!” she pushed me aside again, this time to the other direction…

            Just where the hell did she want me to go? Every where I looked there was blood, and death. By The Fates… did I do this? I started feel as if I had to know, Mally would know…

            “Did I do this?!”

            She didn’t answer me just kept fighting; in fact she refused to look at me.

            “Mally! DID I DO THIS?”

            “Yes, Raven, you did…” it was quiet, so quiet I barely heard her words.

            “Why? Why would I do this?” I didn’t have vindictive-dictating bone in my body.  This right now; that is going on, was evil.  No I wasn’t evil, angry, angst ridden, but not evil.  Was I?

            As I was looking around at all that was transpiring, it reminded me very much of a story I heard when I was a little girl, but for the life of me I couldn’t remember what it was.  How could I be thinking about children’s stories a time like this?  For some reason it seemed valid, it was a story about good and evil and the battle to save all of humanity; and a whole world. 

It started to rain, but it was warm; almost like the rain in Italy during the summer time. When I gazed up at the sky; what was raining down on me and everyone else made me gag.  It was blood.  I wanted to get out of the rain, away from the blood. I had no where to run. I started to hyperventilate, that’s when I remembered the childhood story. It was the “The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe” by CS Lewis.  The ultimate battle.  But that story was about God, and the Devil.  Something I wasn’t sure I believed in.  I wasn’t even sure I believed in The Fates.  If they existed, they like God had a lot of explaining to do.  I continued to freak out, I felt like I was going to faint at any moment.

I started to fall to the river of blood just as the world flashed around me, and I was hit by something fierce and full of magic.   The next thing I knew I was standing on the hill with Jordan and Mally looking down. 

            I looked at them and then the dead, did I even protect myself? Or did I tell them to die for my cause only to find there was no cause at all. 

How was this all my fault? I didn’t want to be a murderer; I just wanted peace for my kind and the human kind.

            “Raven, there will be no peace as long as you are full of turmoil inside. You have to set yourself free and trust The Fates” it was a voice I have never heard before, and it was in my head and very, very familiar. 

            I looked at Jordan, “Did you hear that?”

            “Raven I heard nothing, but the cries of the dead and the dying.” When he looked at me tears were streaming from his beautiful eyes.

Again the world shifted again and we were talking to what obviously was a very human person.  He was a messenger for their race, and he was scared. I could barely make out his words he was talking so softly.   It sounded as if he were saying that the humans were declaring war, and that the entire supernatural race was destined to be eradicated.  He was declaring that the humans were openly going to attempt a holocaust.

“Are you serious? Holocaust? Just because you don’t understand my kind?”

“I have no say Ms. Bridgeman, I am just the messenger.” He turned and walked away. When I followed him with my eyes I noticed we weren’t on the hill any longer but on the valley floor, with all the dead and dying.  In my head I heard the sorrow, and sadness. Everyone’s thoughts were pounding in my brain, and I knew that I was the bearer of all that had come to pass.  Jordan was heart broken and Mally was furious. I was in absolute shock.  I glanced at Jordan who had tears streaming down his face.  Then the world went black.

I woke up in my bed, alone.  I was covered in sweat and my eyes were swollen with tears. I flung myself up from my bed in a panting rage. I could not, would not do this. I will not be some prophecy child. I didn’t care, the dream I had was horrible it was so real.  Wait, I didn’t remember falling asleep. I was talking to Jordan.  Mid-sentence, I was in mid-sentence when I ended up where I was. 

I had a vision… that must have been it.

It was starting, all the changes that were to come, I could feel it.  I could not, would not bring Jordan through that.  He already went through this, he would understand if I didn’t want him around.  I stood and paced my room, but ended back where I started, on my bed sitting.