Iris, hearing those words, felt a shiver down her spine. She feels afraid of what the words are trying to say and inferring that it is related to her dreams.
"What does that mean?" Iris muttered.
Your hypothesis was quite right. I am surprised that at your age you have developed a high cognitive ability to process external information and convert it into material in which you can base your thinking.
Iris' mind went blank; she couldn't understand the second part of what the voice said; it was too much for her, so she just nodded.
He-he-he. What I was trying to say was that it does relate to dreams. I am quite surprised how little you saw from each world, but it makes sense since you did see two worlds.
"What does that mean? Should I be scared or happy that is happening?"
Hmm… the worlds you saw in your dreams are only four percent of what your fate is dictating.
"What do you mean by fate?"
Exactly how it sounds. Once you leave this world and another one, you will finally be able to achieve a name. A name that will cause people to either fear you or think of you as a different being. It mostly depends on how those on top decide.
"Those on top? Are they the superior being"?
I guess your parents wouldn't tell you. But there are fifty beings on top, each one representing a different world or population that has reached the pinnacle of power. And yes, they are what are classed as superior beings.
"Fifty? Also, do superior beings create people, or is it another being?"
I am unable to answer your second question, but as you know, the angels are the strongest purebreds, and they have two beings on top. Roses, butterflies, moths, dragonflies, elves, humans, demons, death, and many more, which you will eventually learn.
"But why can't you answer my second question?"
Saying its name is prohibited.
"Very well," Iris said, her mind filled with confusion and afraid of what powerful being is fearful enough to make the others below it not even say its name.
I am surprised you are taking this very lightly. I thought you would be freaking out, but let me continue.
"I don't know myself either. I am not starting to feel myself, but maybe because I am dying, it is affecting me mentally."
Anyways, that tree, aside from giving you visions of your future, will also provide you with whatever you want.
Iris's face lit up.
Except anything that is beyond nature. Meaning that it can't revive the dead or bring that dumb child from its slumber.
Iris looked devastated; her only good news was immediately stripped away from her. She then got another idea.
"Can I wish for a home?" she said, whispering with hints of embarrassment.
I am pretty sure that is possible. But don't rely on the forest guardian to do it again. I don't trust it, and neither should you.
Iris nodded, raising her hands up, inspecting them, and how their color is back. She looked down, her legs being more alive.
I think this is good enough for now, but remember that the more that tree grows, the more visions you will have of the future worlds that you are going to. I can also see part of your future, and all I can say is that it will get worse, so prepare.
Iris then felt how her body began levitating; a hole in the abyss opened up, absorbing everything and anything. Iris felt no fear; she thought it was beautiful. She tried to embrace it but couldn't move, so she let it take her in.
…
Iris wakes up, her body covered in sweat, her linen white dress drenched. She got up, her body rejuvenated; she felt grateful for being helped, but it only increased her sense of worthlessness.
The cold is not doing anything to her; she feels warm. Naturally, having a new revelation, she began thinking about what would happen to her.
The last words particularly hit her the hardest; she is confused and afraid. She doesn't feel prepared for anything. She looks down, seeing her witch's knot pendant, seeing how all of its pearls are intact. She looked at it with pity; she doesn't want to disappoint the people that sacrificed everything for her, and she wants to pay that favor back.
Iris remembered Apatura; she looked at her in her cocoon, which Iris knew was her fault for causing. She stood up, getting close to it, seeing how the cocoon is still the same, with only a magical tree growing beside it.
Iris now looks differently at the growing tree; she feels happy that she decided to take care of it as it will create a new home for her but is afraid of having a vision of the future that will leave her traumatized.
Iris looked back; the fire was off. She stretched her body, preparing to find more wood, as she knew that this effect would be short-lasting and she couldn't let such a perfect situation go to waste.
For the rest of the day, Iris collected wood and finished eating as she collected water to hydrate and to water the plant.
Having completed most of her goals, she feels tired and decides to finally put an end to her day.
…
Iris wakes up, her body cold; she feels too tired to open her eyes.
"Hey, what are you doing!!"
Iris heard a voice in a language she had never heard, but it all seemingly translated to her mother tongue.
Iris opened her eyes, sat down, and immediately noticed her clothing, a thick fur coat, and beside her, a massive axe. She stood up, having a better view of the ax. She saw how it was the size of her entire body. She quickly looked back, seeing a type of elf that is pale with their hair blue.
She didn't feel fear after seeing the creature; she began noticing her environment, seeing how it was all covered in snow, trees, and a large glacier protruding from the large trees.
She walked towards one of the trees, inspecting it and seeing how it had a shiny image, showing her face distorted and blurry.
Iris suddenly sees a large black figure behind her, its mouth large and dripping with blood, with deer-like horns being the most noticeable feature.
She blinked—the image vanished. But a scent of sugar clung to the wind.