Dream Weaver: An uprising

He paused mid-stride, looking past Selene, he saw her, the only woman he wanted at his side, sitting with her guard, talking at the kitchen table, he could see the concern on her face as she looked at her guard. He hated that she was exiled, hated that she was stripped of her memories of him.

Each life she lived on that planet he had to find her, each time he had to remind her who she was, and where she was meant to be, over and over he had to repeat what he knew was buried deep in her mind.

‘Kel?” The woman said.

Turning his attention back to Selene, he stole one last glance at her. His heart, his queen.

“I’m listening,” he chuckled.

“No, you’re not, you’re not here. Is she calling you again? You know each time you go to her you put her in danger. I know you want to be with her but this is for her good, remember that the next time you go there,” she said.

Shaking the vision of Hanan out of his mind, he returned his attention back to Selene. “Just finish with the reports, what is the status of the rebellion in the east?” he said.

“There was another attack on the citadel, we’re getting reports of massive casualties and, your gonna love this, the leader of the separatist is demanding an audience, they are telling the people that you won’t come down from your ivory tower to deal with the rabble,” she said.

His mind drifted back to her, the image of her was still ingrained in his memory. He needed to focus.

“Kel?” she asked.

The sound of her concern and frustration in her voice brought him back. The leader of the rebellion wants to talk huh, he thought. Well, that would be a good distraction.

‘So, he wants to talk, what’s his name again?” he said. “Ah, no matter he won’t need it soon enough,” he said with a sly wink.

In an instant, he was gone. This won’t end well, she thought.