A voice in me

When Rafael began to feel sleepy suddenly, he became scared and feared that something bad was already happening to his body in his dream world which urgently needed his attention and it tried to drag him there.

He was so scared of whatever it may be and strongly resisted the urge to sleep however he was not given a choice. Frustrated by his continued sneezing he soon found solace in what he dreaded most.

"Regin please your life is worth more than mine even if you have not found a purpose in life yet I assure you that you would still find one. Please escape now." He heard familiar voice imploring weakly as though it was her last words.

When his consciousness awoke in his other body, he first noticed that the air he breathed in seemed to have the ability to weaken him.

When he opened his eyes he scanned around briefly. Firstly he noticed that his cell was hazy. A white coloured gas hung on the air and made him to sneeze violently.

Asides from the tranquilizing gas, that he noticed that other things which he could not pin point seemed to be amiss. Soon saw the beauty who had promised to save him lying weakly on the ground fe metres away from where he stood. The persuasive voice he heard earlier came from her.

"She said she would save me." He reminded himself and only then did he realize that he was no longer bound by chains and that his dungeon's door was wide open.

The beauty who lay near where he stood had paid whatever the price was to ensure his escape but being awake in reality, he failed to notice it. She only wasted her breath talking to an unconscious mass.

Since she had filled her promise, there was no longer a need to contemplate. He should leave immediately he told himself. Picked up his bits and tried to flee. But he was drawn to the unconscious body of his saviour. He didn't understand how people in his dream behaved but he knew that freeing an inmate was not something to brag of it smile and boast about anywhere in the world.

"It is sheer betrayal to leave her here alone. whatever the case may be I will leave with her." He realized. Immediately he picked her up and raced out of the palace where he always saw himself anytime he dreamt for the first time in more than a decade and half of his existence.

As he raced to the only direction he saw, he noticed that the dungeon which he had been imprisoned was the dead end of several other cells.

For minutes he continued racing and meeting other tracks and diversions but he was still yet to notice any end at his front. He was also surprised that that although he heard footsteps of and scared voices of fleeing people, he did not see a single person asides other prisoners who were moping from their cells. His frustration and fear deepened.

"Hello pretty, please one can you tell me which way leads to the exit." He pleaded frantically to the unconscious weight he bore as he ran all along. And as supposed from her mouth came no reply. An unconscious being is almost like a non living thing which cannot talk.

After a while he became so frustrated that he assured himself that if things continued that way he might as well turn back, return to his cage and await whatever end would come his way.

He continued racing tirelessly for several more minutes and when nothing positive came out of his endeavours he turned back to return in disappointment.

Unlike his ecstatic state when getting out he walked slowly and his face looked rather mournful. What awaited him now was his execution and if he can he would try as much as possible to inquire beforehand what he really was and what will be the consequences on him if he were executed here.

Just like when he left his dungeon, he carried the girl with utmost care and respect while he headed back into the dungeon not that he wanted to pull her down with him but because he had doubts that he was on the right track. If she have never been to this side of the dungeon she might as well get lost and never trace her way back.

"You know beautiful, for the fact that you were the first person who ever came to visit me in my prison, I felt a great attraction to you. Wish we can have another conversation before I resign completely to what fate has in store for me." Rafael said with tears in his eyes as though he had known her for long. He did not hold back when the urge to kiss her forehead arose in him. He did it with total resignation.

He was choking in his own tears when he heard someone sneeze and this and jerked him out of his thoughts. He turned to look at this source of his distraction and immediately a simple idea on what he should have done several moments ago struck him and he smacked his dumb skull in realization.

"Why didn't I think of it all these while I have been wallowing in this nowhere?" Rafael asked himself. He walked up to the cell where he heard someone sneeze. "Hello, please can you tell me the way that leads out of this dungeon." He asked a middle aged which he saw inside the cell.

"Get away from me you anomaly. I rather die than offer any help to a cursed creature like you are." The man screamed making Rafael to back away in fear and shock.

"If he is unwilling to help perhaps another will." Rafael encouraged himself and proceeded to the opposite cell. The lady in the cell on seeing that he was drawing nearer to her did not wait a moment before screaming out in panic.

"Maybe another will." He still wished to try; he knew they there was a lesser harm attributed to trying than facing execution.

"Don't bother trying for no one will wish to help you." He heard a masculine voice which sounded familiar yet he couldn't pinpoint where it came from. This petrified him.

"Who are you?" Rafael asked in shock.

"If you wish to get out I will offer some help to you." He heard the voice again. This time he remembered when he heard the voice earlier.

The voice's owner was the one who asked him what he would do next if he tears out his limbs from his chains. No matter who possesses the voice he was sure he was smart enough not to believe any strange voice he heard. Even miracles don't occur in such forms.

"You think I will deceive myself?" He heard the cold voice speak once more. This made him wonder how deceiving him will mean deceiving the owner of the voice but that was because he was too awed to believe the truth.

Although his lips didn't move he felt the vibration each time the voice spoke. He knew clearly but couldn't understand how and why that voice came from him and why the owner could read his thoughts.

"Who are you?" Rafael asked the cold voice again.

"If you are yet to realize who I am now, we have plenty of time to remind ourselves of what we are once we get out. Since getting out is your wish, focus on your goal for now." The voice adviced