After going through Valen's observation book, Rebecca felt angry and wished she could slap Valen at least once when she meets him in the future.
Looking at the observation book, she felt a sense of clarity, she could read the letters, symbols, and words from this world and they came naturally to her, almost as if they were already etched into her mind. The knowledge stored in the original body was making things easier, and she realized she could read much faster than she had anticipated.
Rebecca set her sights on finding books about the history of this world after her initial exploration in the library . She hoped that understanding its origins would help her navigate her new life and aid in her plans for Draven.
She scanned the shelves carefully, her eyes landing on a book with a simple title and fewer pages than the others. It seemed like a good starting point for her research. Without hesitation, she took it from the shelf and placed it on a nearby table, planning to take it to her room for a more comfortable reading session.
With the history book secured, Rebecca turned her attention to the first two shelves, searching for any books that could assist her in educating Draven. She read through the titles, her heart sinking as she realized there was nothing suitable for a child. The titles were either too advanced or unrelated to the basics of education.
Feeling a twinge of disappointment, Rebecca glanced out the window and noticed the sky deepening into shades of orange and purple. It was already evening, and she decided it would be best to come back tomorrow. There was still much to explore, and she was determined to find resources that could help her with her plans for Draven.
With the history book in hand, Rebecca made her way back to her room.
Rebecca settled into her chair, feeling the soft weight of the history book in her hands. The pages were filled with neat writing and sketches, detailing the origins of the world she now inhabited. She quickly got lost in the words, her mind absorbing the information like a sponge.
After a while, she had read through ten pages, the story of ancient kingdoms and their rulers unfolding before her eyes. Just as she was about to turn to the eleventh page, she heard a gentle knock at her door.
Startled, Rebecca closed the book and set it aside. She opened the door to find Draven standing there, his expression a mix of shyness and determination.
"I... I came to call you for dinner," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Rebecca smiled softly, appreciating his effort. "Thank you, Draven. I'll be right there."
Dinner was simple yet satisfying. The dining room felt warm, illuminated by soft candlelight that flickered gently against the walls. Rebecca and Draven sat across from each other, sharing small bites of their meal.
After finishing their meal, they both got up from the table and went to their respective dreams.
As she prepared for bed, her mind drifted back to Draven. She couldn't help but wonder how the evening had felt for him. Did he feel safe with her? Did he start to see her as someone who cared?
Just as Rebecca pondered whether Draven's fear of her had lessened even a little, a sudden pang of pain gripped her heart, catching her off guard. It felt as if a heavy weight was pressing down on her chest, and she stumbled onto the bed, unable to gather any strength. Her body began to ache, and a fog settled over her mind, making it hard to think clearly. As the darkness enveloped her, she fainted.
In that abyss, she found herself in a realm of nothingness. The space was entirely black, stretching endlessly in all directions. She felt weightless, floating as if in a dream. Panic started to rise within her. As she attempted to move forward, an unseen force yanked her downward, pulling her into an unsettling encounter.
Suddenly, she found herself kneeling before a man, his presence striking and imposing. He was undeniably handsome, but there was something chilling about him. As she tried to comprehend her situation, her heart raced with confusion and fear. Was she experiencing another transmigration? What was happening?
Before she could gather her thoughts, the man reached out, pinching her chin with a firm grip. He tilted her head up, forcing her to meet his deep, dark eyes, which flickered with a dangerous intensity. In an instant, she felt the weight of his murderous intent bearing down on her.
He held a sword in his other hand, its blade gleaming ominously in the darkness. Panic surged within her as she realized the danger she was in. Just as she opened her mouth to scream, he plunged the sword into her, and the pain was sharp and real, unlike anything she had ever felt.
The agony jolted her awake.
Rebecca sat upright in her bed, gasping for breath as the morning sun filtered through her window, its rays casting warm light across her room. She blinked, disoriented and trembling, her heart racing from the vivid nightmare. The images of the dark realm and the man with the sword lingered in her mind, vivid and haunting.
She took a moment to collect herself, running a shaky hand through her hair as she tried to steady her breathing. Was that dream a warning? A manifestation of her fears? She couldn't shake off the feeling that something ominous was brewing, even as the soft glow of morning offered a semblance of comfort.
Rebecca remained seated on the edge of her bed, her heart still pounding in her chest. The lingering fear and the pain from the stab felt far too real, as if the nightmare had etched itself into her very being. She took deep breaths, focusing on calming herself, letting the rush of panic slowly ebb away.
As she sat there, she began to think about what to do next. Her mind drifted to Draven. She realized that she hadn't had the chance to ask him about his daily routine, his likes, or even his fears. Her thoughts had been consumed by her struggle to adapt to this new environment and future plans.
With a deep breath, she pushed herself up from the bed, the phantom pain fading as she moved. She wondered why her heart had been so troubled, giving rise to such a dark and vivid nightmare. Could it be a reflection of her fears about her new life? Or perhaps something deeper—an echo of the past that haunted the body she had inhabited?
As she dressed, she contemplated waiting to see if the dream returned. One dream alone couldn't be enough to draw conclusions about her situation, especially in a world steeped in magic. She had to be cautious, to observe and learn before jumping to conclusions.