No way could she follow the beast into the woods, what if
it was waiting and pounced on her the moment she stepped into the
shadowy darkness of the dense woods, dream or no dream she had no
desire to encounter that overgrown dog again. But she couldn’t go back,
she had already spent what felt like hours to get to this point and
somehow she had to move forward. With trepidations, she tackled the
creek and started walking along the edge of the woods hoping to get as
far away from the beast as possible. Doggedly she walked on, fervently
wishing her dream would now end till she came across a small rocky
ridge. She had no desire to indulge in rock climbing in her totally
inadequate PJs but on the other hand she was loath to enter the forest.
‘Talk about choosing between a rock and a hard place ‘ she chuckled to
herself. ‘Well this time I choose rock’ she announced to no one in
particular as she started negotiating her way up the ridge. She was a
good ten feet above the ground when she felt a shower of loose gravels
and looked up to see death staring back at her.
She forgot that she was dreaming, she forgot that the creature that
was malevolently eyeing her had become extinct millions of years back
and could not possibly exist. She even forgot to breathe as she looked
at what could only be described as a ’sabre toothed tiger’, poised to
attack her. For the second time in the day, fear rendered her immobile –
either the nightmare was going to end or her life would. A loud
snarling caught the attention of the tiger – the black monstrous dog was
back and it placed itself squarely between her and the tiger. With an
unexpected flash of humor, Amy thought ‘ great now I have two monstrous
beasts vying to make me their prey.’ What followed had to be the most
primitive display of strength and violence that Amy had ever witnessed –
loud snarls reverberated in the air as the beasts took each other’s
measure, teeth bared, hackles raised, they circled each other. The
beasts were evenly matched in size and as they used their hind legs to
rear up and strike at each other, Amy could get a glimpse of their sharp
claws and protruding canines. The big cat aimed for the dog’s jugular
as it tried to sink its teeth into the dog’s neck, but the dog ducked
away and used it massive jaws to clamp on the other beasts back. The
struggle continued till the cat swiped at the dogs face, drawing first
blood, the dog howled in rage and agony and retaliated by gripping the
cat by the back of its neck and with all its might, tossed it aside, as
the cat landed in a heap with a bone crunching thud and yelped in pain.
What followed remained a mystery to Amy as she lost her footing and
tumbled all the way down and landed at the bottom with a thud and
blessed darkness enveloped her.
She woke to the feeling of being gently shaken by strong, firm hands.
She forced her eyes open to find a stranger bent over her, engrossed
in the process of trying to rouse her. Maybe she had died and gone to
heaven because the boy looked like an angel. No, on second thought she
must have gone southward as he looked more like a fallen angel – all
dark and intense. As Amy looked her fill, she became even more
fascinated -he was younger than she had first thought, probably a few
years older than her, but there was nothing boyish about him. It was not
as if he was very handsome , he had dark hair almost black and equally
dark eyes, a roman nose which looked like it had been broken at some
point, a strong square jaw and a tall , muscular frame – handsome was
too pretty a word to describe him , he was elemental – fierce, almost
dangerous. He had a long gash on his cheek which looked raw and was
still oozing blood.
‘You are hurt’ she blurted out pointing to the gash on his cheek.
A low rumbling laugh came from the boy as he sat u p and extended a
hand to help her up. ‘You tumbled down the ridge and you tell me I’m
hurt! Can you stand up? I don’t think you have any broken bones but it
was quite a fall you took. You are very lucky that you survived the fall
at all, that too without any broken bones. Do you realize you fell
from a height of almost 10 ft. and landed on hard unyielding stone? In
fact I’m still trying to understand how you are still in one piece’.
As Amy scrambled up she realized she was now inside the dense woods. ‘I… those animals…Where exactly am I?’
‘You are safe’ the boy assured her calmly. ‘At least as safe as you
can be in the Forest of Skotos in Voluspa’ he added on afterthought.
But I can’t be…I mean I’m not really in your world…this is all part
of an elaborate dream. I know this is going to sound strange but I don’t
remember reading about you in my book so I’m wondering why you are
part of my dream and you look nothing like Matt…I dreamt about him
once… so I think the question is who are you?’ she babbled.
The boy stared at her as if she was crazy and in all honesty Amy
couldn’t blame him. Dream or not she did sound hopelessly confused,
maybe she hit her head harder than she thought when she took the fall.
Amy flinched back as the boy inched closer, almost circling around
her and then he did the craziest thing, he sniffed the air around her.
‘Wake up Amy. Wake up right now’ she muttered as she pinched herself and let out a loud yelp.
‘Yup definitely human’ he uttered in resigned tones.
‘Well you look like one too’, Amy retorted under her breath, she
could now feel every one of her bruises and aches and was on the verge
of bursting into tears.
‘How did you get here? Humans can’t bridge the gap; are there more of
you?’ he demanded suspiciously, all concern for her welfare definitely
gone.
‘I know you don’t believe me but I am not really here. I have been
reading this book – “Legends of Voluspa” and dreaming about it every
night. You are just part of my dream and any moment now I’m going to
wake up’.
He looked almost insulted as he stepped closer and took her hand,
‘Here feel this. It’s real ‘ he said as he placed her hand on the bark
of the nearest tree, and ‘feel this’ and he pressed her hand on the
gravel ‘and I’m real too’ he said as he placed her hand on his chest.’
And that Smilodon on the mountain was real too and if that dog hadn’t
come, it would have ripped you into pieces’.
‘Where did you find me?’ Amy asked.
‘I saw you fall from the ridge and then carried you here. The
Smilodon can always come back to that cliff. It probably inhabits one of
the caves; it must have been protecting its cubs’ he answered.
‘Smilodon’, Amy hesitatingly pronounced the name – so the sabre
toothed tiger, the black dog and everything that has been happening to
her was real. Having the illusion of being in a dream ripped off from
her, Amy felt achingly vulnerable and lost. ‘Look you have to help me;
if this is not a dream then I need to get back right now!’
‘I can’t help you with that. I can’t even imagine how you got here in the first place’.
Amy blinked back tears of frustration and genuine fear, as she
observed the boy. Realizing that she may be stuck with his company for
some time she decided to at least find out his name.
‘I’m Amy by the way, what’s your name?’ she asked
‘I’m called Drake’.
‘How old are you?’ asked Amy openly curious.
‘I’ve seen seventeen winters if that’s what you mean’.
Somehow he looked older than seventeen- more self-assured, more confident.
‘You said I’d be in trouble if someone finds me here; so why aren’t you turning me in? You know calling for your people?’
Drake shrugged as if faintly embarrassed, ‘I’ve read about your
world, I’ve always been curious about your human ways but I’d never
imagined that I’d meet one and you don’t look like a threat to me or my
people. I’ve nothing to gain by calling in the clan elders’.
Amy silently digested that piece of information, surprised to hear
that the human world was not a mystery to the people of this land
whereas , other realms and their occupants was hardly a topic for study
in her world except in fantasy novels and sci- fi movies perhaps. Was
it because of the arrogance of the human race or just limitations of
the human mind, Amy wondered?
‘You can’t be wondering in these forests. We have to find some place
for you to hide. Till you can go back to your world and we need to find
something else for you to wear. You are still in your night clothes ‘
stated Drake, curiously looking at her pink and black ‘Hello Kitty ‘
PJs.
About to open her mouth to defend her favorite pair of jammies, Amy
froze midway as she heard a sound of faint rustling of dry leaves. Drake
moved in a flash and instantly pushed her behind a tree trunk of
enormous girth.
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