Dream Catcher
Dalia’s father laid his arm across the table to where she could see the intricate design of weaving black ink. It was the mark of an imagineer, it represented their time spent in Paracosm capturing their heroics. It told their story.
Dalia knew one would never appear on her forearm since she was only half of what her father was. Her mother was a phantom, it’s why they both drank transformation potions before going outside.
Her father painted to a picture of a deer surrounded by Lily’s.
“These represent my quiet nature. This one here…” he pointed to a strange vial that seemed to be falling and spilling. “This represents my track, I first appeared when I decided to major in potions at the academy.”
“I want to major in potions too,” Dalia said. She watched her father help those in need by mixing ingredients which she sometimes helped with. She had just enough imagineer blood to produce a similar magic.
“You will, as long as you finish your studies and stay safe I know you will achieve amazing things my love.”
Ten years later Dalia set down the vial and moved to the next aisle in store of the dark market. Her forearms showed black veins that made her skin look like a broken mirror.
Levi, acting as a sort of bouncer, was waiting for her outside. She never got to finish her studies. The wardens had discovered her and her mother and they were forced to flee. Her mother didn’t make it.
She had to say goodbye to her father five years ago when she made a deal with the mistress to obtain magic which would help her get revenge on those who murdered her mother. Now she was in hiding with other dark magic users, waiting for their chance to be free.
Unlike her father, Dalia did not have such a peaceful nature. She was getting restless and was tired of hiding.
A floor board squeaked under footsteps. Dalia’s pointed ears twitched and looked to see the back door was slightly cracked. Two eyes stared at her, when they noticed Dalia had noticed the door slammed shut.
Dalia tilted her head, “What are you hiding?”