Mason woke up in an unfamiliar environment, surrounded by trees and laying under a blanket of leaves.
Tragic is nowhere to be seen, yet that doesn`t bother him.
He noticed that it was very dark wherever he was. Why is it so dark?
Mason stood, and brushed some leaves off of himself. "Where am I?" He wonders aloud.
"Hello, my son." A deep and haunting voice greeted from the shadows.
Mason knew that voice, but he hadn`t heard it since he started this adventure with Tragic. It was the same voice that had told him to go to her.
"Hello?" Mason asked cautiously.
"Mason. The Changeling is taking you to the Land of Ender. Do not let it reach its destination. You must stop it from getting there. Change course, get to Red Cloud." The voice spoke quickly, not allowing Mason to talk.
Already the edges of his vision were blurring. "Where is that?"
"You will know. You already know, you just don`t know it yet." The voice murmured cryptically before Mason woke again, for real this time, gasping and sweating.
What the hell does that mean?
He didn`t have long to ponder over that, because Tragic came back, and she threw some food to him.
"Eat. We need to get a move on if we`re ever going to reach the La- um... the place we`re going." She nodded, as if contented by her own lie. She seemed flustered and urgent.
Mason took the food and ate it, watching her.
"Come on, Mason! We don`t have any time to lose!" Tragic glances around, her purple eyes darting nervously.
Mason finally stood. "Why are you so nervous, Tragic?" He asked, a cold glint in his red eyes.
Tragic glared back at him. "I don`t have time for this crap right now, Mason. We have to go. Now." Then she seemed to hear something, and whipped her head in the opposite direction, clamping a hand over Mason`s mouth as she did so. "They`re coming." She whispered, somehow paling even though her skin was as white as snow.
Mason got out a muffled, "Who`s coming?"
Tragic glanced at him, then shoved him to the ground. "Bury yourself under the leaves, or hide, or something. Run, if I say to, okay?"
Mason was going to argue, but the panicked, worried look in her eyes silenced him. He quickly picked himself up and scurried up a tree. He was abnormally good at that, for some reason.
He watched the scene in the small clearing, curious as to what was going to happen.
VERY SUCKISH CLIFFHANGER ENDING!