Friday, November 17, 2006
“Just another minute.” I said without attempting to hide my irritation. “I almost have it.” I was standing waist deep in the shimmering waters of Purgonorgo Isle.
Continuing to rub my hands in the salty water the blood wouldn’t come off. It just swirled around me in clouds of red.
“Come in now.” Brodie called from the shore with uncharacteristic firmness. “You’re done.”
Ignoring him I felt overwhelmed with the urgency of the task at hand. Unable to clean my hands I reached down to tear a strip of my pants to help scrub but I saw his pale white face staring up at me through the red tinged water and stopped. Reaching in to pull Orabu out of the water an unseen force swept my feet out from under me. I struggled to regain my footing but the ground was gone.
“Brodie!” I shouted in panic.
The earth split along the beach with horrible thundering and moaning as if the ground had completely given up the will to hold itself together. Brodie was thrown to the sand like a limp rag doll. The divide grew into a large chasm driving me further and further away from my would be hero.
Realizing the water around me was rushing and swirling at increasing speeds I started to feel dizzy and hopeless. The ocean was poring into the newly forming canyon and it felt like it was pounding the air from my lungs. “I’m going to die.” I thought as I fought to stay on the surface.
I woke in a cold sweat screaming. Rover was jumping on my chest and I threw my arms out in self defense, tossing the wyvern to the floor.
Garness was standing in my doorway in white pajamas covered in large red hearts. “We thought you were being attacked. Very nosey. Late. Sleepy.” Garness mumbled.
He didn’t even have his eyes open. He just leaned on the door frame clutching a mandy doll to his chest with one hand and holding an axe in the other. I’d never look at him the same.
“I’m sorry, I’m fine.” I said with a trembling voice as I patted my body just to make sure it was all there.
“Good.” Garness said. Rover raced after the Galka as Garness closed the door mumbling something under his breath that I’m sure I didn’t want to hear.
“I think I need a change.” I thought as I got up to find a towel to wash my face. “These dreams have got to stop.”