RAIWAN AGAINST THE DIVINE

Chapter 2: Dream of an Omen

"Mama!" Raiwan screamed, jolting upright as he awoke from the

horrific nightmare. His heart pounded in his chest, sweat beading on his

forehead as the terror of the dream clung to him.

The door to his room burst open moments later, and in came the two people

from his dream—his parents.

"What happened, Raiwan? Did you have a nightmare?" his mother

asked, rushing to his side as she saw him trembling on his bed.

Still shaken, Raiwan could only nod. His body was tense, and a cold chill

ran down his spine. The vivid images of the dream flashed through his mind,

refusing to fade.

His mother pulled him into a tight embrace, stroking his back gently.

"It's okay, my love. Nothing's going to happen. It was just a dream."

They held each other for a long moment, her warmth slowly easing the fear

that had gripped him. She didn't let go until she felt the tremors in his body

subside, making sure he was calm again.

"Tell me about your dream," his father said softly, standing at

the foot of the bed, patiently waiting for the mother-son bond to finish.

Raiwan hesitated for a moment but then recounted the entire nightmare, his

voice quiet but steady. Every detail was still fresh in his mind, etched into

his memory like a vivid painting.

As he spoke, his parents exchanged concerned glances, especially when he

mentioned something unusual or significant. But Raiwan, lost in his own

thoughts, didn't notice.

Once he finished, his mother smiled softly and cupped his face. "Do you

know what this dream could mean, my little boy?"

Raiwan shook his head.

"It means that one day, you will become so strong that the whole world

will depend on you to save it from doom—even Mama and Papa… Now, tell me, my

boy, when that time comes, will you save us?"

Her words, gentle yet full of purpose, filled him with a strange sense of

responsibility. But he was also surprised—he knew his mother could see the

future, and he wondered if she had seen something.

Would he really become strong? Stronger than his mother? Strong enough to

fight things even she and his father couldn't defend against? The thought would

have been exciting if it wasn't so terrifying.

"Of course, I will."

She nodded. "I know. Now, go brush your teeth. Breakfast is

waiting," she said, ruffling his hair affectionately before walking out

with his father.

As they closed the door behind them, a heavy silence fell between them.

Their expressions darkened as they walked down the hall. When they entered

their room, Raiwan's father summoned a glowing device that appeared like a

golden egg. With a mere thought, he controlled it, expanding its size from that

of a fist to that of a huge room. The golden glow intensified as the light

pressed outward, passing through them and enveloping the entire space.

It was a precaution—a way to prevent anyone from spying on their

conversation.

The golden egg had now become a barrier of light, allowing no one to hear or

see what happened inside. Just like an eggshell conceals the life within, this

barrier shielded their secrets.

Once alone, they sat on the edge of the bed, both weighed down by the

gravity of Raiwan's words. The air between them was thick with unspoken worry.

Rahiq finally broke the silence, his voice low and troubled. "This is

no ordinary dream."

His wife, Lisa, nodded, her face pale with concern. "I'm afraid you're

right. What we faced in Naif-al'aza years ago… I have a terrible feeling it was

nothing compared to what might come."

Rahiq's jaw tightened. "Yes. And what if he regains those

memories..." He trailed off, the thought too painful to finish.

"Gods! Just remembering what we went through to block them... it still

haunts me."

"But the block holds, doesn't it?" Lisa asked, her voice trembling

slightly. "Aratha assured us it wouldn't be easily broken. He saw

Naif-al'aza in the dream exactly as it was, yet the memories didn't surface.

That's a good sign, isn't it?"

Rahiq didn't respond immediately, lost in thought. "Perhaps," he

finally said. "But the dream itself… there's something more to it.

Something dark."

"We'll need to visit Aratha again," Lisa murmured, wringing her

hands anxiously.

She stood and walked over to the table in the center of the room, where a

jug of water and a bowl of fruit sat. Steam rose from the jug as she poured

herself a glass. But as she lifted it to her lips, her body suddenly stiffened.

The glass slipped from her grasp, crashing to the floor in slow motion. The

table, made of fragile glass, shattered along with it. Water spilled across the

floor, soaking the fruits as they rolled away, some bursting open on impact.

Lisa's body convulsed violently, as if seized by an invisible force. She

fell, her eyes rolling back until only the whites showed, her skin glistening

with sweat. The entire house trembled as her legs kicked against the wall,

sending cracks spidering across the surface.

Rahiq cursed under his breath and rushed to her side, wrapping his arms

around her to restrain her thrashing limbs. Even for a renowned Supreme like

him, holding her down was no easy task. She was strong—too strong in moments

like these.

For what felt like an eternity, her body fought against him. Then, just as

suddenly as it had started, it stopped. The color slowly returned to her eyes,

and her breathing evened out.

Lisa blinked, her gaze locking onto Rahiq's with an intensity that made him

unconsciously release her. Her eyes were sharp—dangerous. He knew better than

to provoke her after one of her "blesses."

She never liked being restrained. It irked her to no end. To her, it was an

offense.

Rahiq instinctively stepped back, bracing for her usual wrath. But this time

was different.

Tears brimmed in Lisa's eyes, spilling over and trailing down her cheeks.

Rahiq's heart clenched painfully as he stared at her.

What happened? What did she see? He couldn't even remember the last time he

had seen her cry.

Something was wrong. Terribly wrong.

Rahiq slowly moved closer, meeting her gaze. His voice was barely above a

whisper. "What... What did you see, Lisa?"

Lisa's lips trembled as she spoke, her voice breaking. "What I just

saw..." She shuddered. "Today… this whole town dies, or Raiwan dies…

or we die!"