I opened my eyes and saw that I was still with Kayden, but taking a look around, I instantly saw that we were not in the library anymore.
We were in a big open space filled with vegetation and greenery. Instead of a book, the light by the name of Voithós had taken shape, and though his face was too bright to see, his body was well built, and he was dressed like a god.
"Where are we?" I asked Tara, but she didn't reply. The fact that Tara didn't reply was quickly overshadowed by a shocking revelation. The sound of my own voice dropped on my ears like a bomb. I had actually spoken for the first time ever.
"How... How is this possible?" I questioned no one in particular. "Evelyn, you... You can talk," Kayden said, sounding just as shocked as I was.
"You can talk," he reiterated and grabbed me in a hug while I just stood still, unable to grasp what was going on. I can talk, but how? How is that even possible? I've been mute from birth; doctors said that my vocal cords never developed, so I was virtually voiceless, not being able to make even a sound. So, how is it possible that I can suddenly talk and so fluently as well?
Kayden detached from the hug, but I remained neutral, my mind trying to decipher how any of this was possible. Could it be that I'm still in a dream? Am I still sleeping, perhaps?
"I know you must be shocked beyond comparison. You're talking for the first time since you were born, so I can understand why you're awestruck. Let me explain everything to you. You are currently in what is called Òrama tou parelthóntos, which translates to a vision or visions of the past. While in this trance-like state, reality is altered, and things are merely opposite. Take, for example, both of your wolf spirits are absent, and you're just like a normal human here. Evelyn is mute in reality, but she can speak freely here," Voithós explained, and my confused expression soon morphed into a smile as his explanation finally sunk in.
My hands came to my mouth as I laughed out happily. "Kayden," I called out his name for the first time ever, the letters rolling out of my tongue rhythmically, my voice sounding so perfect and beautiful. So this is actually how it feels to be able to speak. It's a truly awesome feeling; it's wonderful. People that can talk all they want really don't know how lucky they are. They don't realize how truly blessed they are for having the privilege to express themselves verbally, to laugh, to talk, to argue, to be able to call the name of the ones they love; it truly is a gift in itself. I'm grateful to have been granted this opportunity, and now that I know how good it feels to be able to speak, I never want to give it up for anything.