It is a strange sort of feeling being unconscious. It was kind of like a dream, but somehow more real. Michael was walking down the path very quickly… Only, he wasn’t really walking. More accurately, he was flying over the forest floor, as if he was being pulled by some unseen force. He wasn’t entirely sure if something was calling him or he was calling someone. He knew, though, that he must go forward faster. As the trees darted past with increasing frequency, he could hear it now. A tiny voice calling him forward, ever faster. A journey that would have taken days would only take minutes at this speed. The voice continued to call him forward, louder, faster now. The bright spot on ahead told him that he was approaching a clearing. In a moment, he would be standing before the owner of the voice. He could clearly make out the woman’s wispy, smoky voice that was beckoning him. It was saying, “Michael… You must bring your sister to me. I can help you. Come closer now. Faster. Closer.â€Then, from somewhere beside or perhaps behind him, Michael heard another voice. It was warm and familiar, wrapping itself around his body, his soul. It somehow seemed more… real. “Michael, wake up. You have to wake up. I need you.†said Arvonia.
His sister was calling him, but how? She couldn’t be here. She was back at the stream and he was about to emerge into the light of the clearing ahead, which somehow seemed much brighter than he had noticed a moment before. In fact, it was so bright that he was forced to squint his eyes to see. As he emerged from the trees, he he broke out onto the soft green grass. The light was so intense now that he was forced to shut them tightly.
His sister was calling him again, “Michael, I need you to open your eyes.†She was crying now. He had to open his eyes, but if he did, he would be blinded by the light. Very slowly, he opened one eye just a crack. It wasn’t as bright now, but everything was blurry. He dared to open his other eye just a little, giving him more focus. He could make out a shadow above him. He was aware, now, that he was lying on his back on the ground. He could smell the earth beneath him. He also realized that his sister’s soft sobs were not the only sounds he could hear. He could hear birds chirping and water flowing. As he opened his eyes a little more, he could make out a fuzzy outline of a tree above him. It was a strange looking tree. As he tried to focus on it, the tree transformed into his sister, crying over him, tears streaming down her tightly shut eyes.
He tried to sit up to hug her. As he did, he felt a sharp throb of pain in the back of his head. He clenched his neck, slumped back down and winced, “umpfh.â€
Arvonia’s eyes popped wide open and looked down at Michael. Tears flooded down her cheeks now as she hugged him so tightly that he could barely breathe. Michael felt the same warmth wrapping around his body and soul as he was embraced by his sister.
After a few minutes his sister released him and helped him slowly sit up. He looked around and only saw Bob, seemingly asleep surrounded by a faint blue glow. All of the other thugs seemed to have run off. Unsure of what had happened, Michael was certain it would make an interesting story during the journey ahead, but that would have to wait for tomorrow, because the sun had set now, he had a throbbing pain in his head, and he was sitting next to a glowing man who had recently tried to kidnap his sister.
His sister was calling him, but how? She couldn’t be here. She was back at the stream and he was about to emerge into the light of the clearing ahead, which somehow seemed much brighter than he had noticed a moment before. In fact, it was so bright that he was forced to squint his eyes to see. As he emerged from the trees, he he broke out onto the soft green grass. The light was so intense now that he was forced to shut them tightly.
His sister was calling him again, “Michael, I need you to open your eyes.†She was crying now. He had to open his eyes, but if he did, he would be blinded by the light. Very slowly, he opened one eye just a crack. It wasn’t as bright now, but everything was blurry. He dared to open his other eye just a little, giving him more focus. He could make out a shadow above him. He was aware, now, that he was lying on his back on the ground. He could smell the earth beneath him. He also realized that his sister’s soft sobs were not the only sounds he could hear. He could hear birds chirping and water flowing. As he opened his eyes a little more, he could make out a fuzzy outline of a tree above him. It was a strange looking tree. As he tried to focus on it, the tree transformed into his sister, crying over him, tears streaming down her tightly shut eyes.
He tried to sit up to hug her. As he did, he felt a sharp throb of pain in the back of his head. He clenched his neck, slumped back down and winced, “umpfh.â€
Arvonia’s eyes popped wide open and looked down at Michael. Tears flooded down her cheeks now as she hugged him so tightly that he could barely breathe. Michael felt the same warmth wrapping around his body and soul as he was embraced by his sister.
After a few minutes his sister released him and helped him slowly sit up. He looked around and only saw Bob, seemingly asleep surrounded by a faint blue glow. All of the other thugs seemed to have run off. Unsure of what had happened, Michael was certain it would make an interesting story during the journey ahead, but that would have to wait for tomorrow, because the sun had set now, he had a throbbing pain in his head, and he was sitting next to a glowing man who had recently tried to kidnap his sister.
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