Chapter 3 is set in the real world.

I fought the desperate urge to scream as I sunk down into the water, the small pond suddenly incredibly deep. I thrashed my limbs as hard as I could, trying to swim, but the water was ice-cold, and had stiffened my muscles. Through the barrage of bubbles I saw that the water around me was turning a deep, blood red, and suddenly salty water stung the wound on my stomach. I flailed in the water harder and harder as I struggled not to breathe, but the yearning for air was too strong.
Suddenly, I gasped and my mouth filled with cold, salty water. Bubbles were flooding out of my mouth and I screamed, but the sound came out only as a faint gurgling. My head was spinning and thoughts shot through my mind, until one thought hung on, and was bouncing through my mind.
Why isn't Matthew saving me?
I could feel that I was dying, each precious second dragging on like an hour, and slowly, I allowed my eyes to close, as I became so cold I could no longer feel my body.
Whether it was immediately or if more eternal seconds dragged by, I don't know. But seemingly a second after, I felt strong arms wrap round my waist, and I was vaguely aware that I was moving up, that air was close... suddenly my head broke through the water's surface, but for a second I remained unable to move, as Matthew hauled me onto the grass beside a gravestone. "Elly..." whispered Matthew. His voice was hoarse.
I opened my eyes, and my vision slowly swam into focus as I choked down a lungful of air. Matthew's face was streaked with tears, and there were several long strips of material missing from his shirt.
My eyes swerved to leg. Nothing left but a bloody stump wrapped in strips of shirt.
I screamed.
"Hey, hey! It's fine! Those diamond swords might not be real but they sure as hell hurt," he said.
I could feel tears spilling down my cheeks and salt water leaking into my wound, but I said nothing. I just slammed into Matthew, hugging him as tightly as I could, crying into the wet, blood-stained tatters of his shirt.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" screamed a voice. Matthew dragged himself into a more upright position. I suddenly felt my strength vanish, and without Matthew's support I fell back.
"Please ma'am... help..." gasped Matthew. He clutched his bright scarlet stump suddenly, and I realised he was trying to play victim so we wouldn't get arrested. I quickly peeled off the shirt bandage and let out a genuine squeal of agony as the deep scarlet hole in my stomach was revealed. I realised the scene around us was incredibly gory. There was a patch of sticky red grass under Matthew's severed leg, blood was spreading from both our wounds and what was more, a single,
shining diamond sword was laying on the grass, its tip stained red. The woman hurried over, and a young man followed, holding up his phone as though filming.
"What happened to you?" she whispered. She carefully adjusted Matthew's stump into a more comfortable position, and then picked me up.
"Please, ma'am, we were attacked, there was this guy, with a huge sword, he cut my leg off, and he stabbed Elly and threw her in the lake, and-"
"I know," cut in the young man. "I filmed it. I just thought it was a stunt. I was about to stop when the camera picked up you getting stabbed, so I kept going in case you would need evidence. I'm still filming now, actually." He looked rather embarrassed. "Thank you-" began Matthew, but he was interrupted as he jarred his leg and blood suddenly spurted from his mouth.
"Don't worry," said the woman, and she hoisted me up. "My husband called 911. Now let us take you in." The man quickly lifted Matthew up, and the two carried us inside their home.