Chapter 12
Reala? Reala.
Reala opened his eyes, his vision cloudy. He couldn't remember what had happened, but his head hurt so bad.
"Reala?"
Reala looked up. He saw the silhouette of a person against the sun, he knew who it was from the voice, but the name escaped him.
"Is he dead?" another silhouette joined the first.
"Shut up Elijah," the first silhouette said, "he's awake. Can you hear me throw pillow?"
Reala moaned in reply.
"He doesn't look to good," Elijah said.
"I'll go get some healers," the first silhouette left Reala and Elijah alone.
"hey, Reala," Elijah said hesitantly, "I know you don't like me, and if you weren't injured you would sock me or something before I could actually talk to you, but I guess I can talk to you now, not that you being injured is a good thing, believe me, I hate it that you're hurt," Elijah touched Reala's forehead, "if I could I would take your place, really, I care about you… I wish you cared about me. Adia says you might have a concussion, I don't know what to do to help."
Reala sat up slowly.
"No you shouldn't do that,"
"I think I'm okay Elijah," he stood, "yeah I think I'm okay," his knees buckled. Elijah caught him, "please sit down, at least."
"okay," Reala sat down, not irritated by the fact that Elijah was still holding him, "I don't think I hate you," he said pensively, "I think I'm just jealous, maybe," he rested his sore head on Elijah's chest, "but I don't hate you. You're not going to hurt Nights, are you?"
"No," Elijah stroked Reala's head.
"You're not hurting him now, are you?"
"No,"
"Promise you won't."
"I promise,"
"I really don't hate you, I do care about your well-being, I just, don't fully trust you."
"I understand,"
"You do?"
"Yeah," Elijah smiled, "if I was in your position I wouldn't fully trust me either, I mean, I did almost kill your brother."
"So did I," Reala closed his eyes.
"I don't know if it's a good idea to sleep Re," Elijah said uneasily.
"Whatever I say in the future Elijah," Reala said distantly, "remember that I'm sorry and, I care…" Reala drifted away.
Nights woke up slowly. His face felt sticky. He sat up. There was an apologetic squeak.
"Kraken?"
Kraken touched the 'Maren lightly with a tactical.
"So you're not mad at me?"
Kraken shook his head.
"Okay," Nights looked around, he wasn't sure where he was, he was lightheaded, and disoriented, he moaned silently and held his head.
"Nights?"
Nights looked up.
"You okay Nights?" the girl looked down at him, concern in her emerald green eyes.
"I-I think I…" Nights shook his head franticly, "no, no I'm not okay, I can't think, I don't know where I am, my head's spinning, I- I can't think, I can't think, I-I…"
"Shh," the girl held him protectively, "you're home, you're home."
"I am?" Nights said with relief, "I'm home," he held the girl back, "I'm home…"
Elijah looked around pure valley, which was, once again, lush, thanks to Reala and Nights.
"Ah!"
Elijah turned to the Castile. Demeter was on the steps, looking around excitedly, "the ground!" she fell down and hugged the ground, "it's fertile!"
Elijah smiled. He rubbed his eyes. He could see again, barley, but at lest he could see.
B. still hadn't woken up, but she was recovering, Elijah decided to go see how she was, he could check up on Nights and Reala too.
Monique peered at Nights curiously, "that's Nights, Hun?"
"Yeah, I guess," Joshua said.
"Josha?"
"Yeah?"
"When you said you love me, Monique, lots, did you mean for real? Hun?"
Joshua thought about saying no, but he didn't want to upset her, he nodded, "yeah, for real."
Monique smiled, "I, Monique, love you also Josha," she hugged him tightly.
The door opened, "hey, you finally told her," Elijah smiled, not fully looking at Joshua.
"Yep," Joshua smiled.
"Good for you,"
"Good for whom?" Nights sat up and rubbed his head, glad to be able to think.
"Welcome back," Elijah hugged Nights, "it was so boring without you."
Nights laughed. He looked down at the two dreamers, "uh, do you see the dreamers too?"
"Yeah, they're real," Elijah poked Joshua's shoulder.
"I'm Joshua," Joshua said, "and this is Monique," Monique waved both her hands.
Nights slipped off his bed, "how'd they get through the gate spell?"
"Beats me," Elijah shrugged, "but it might have something to do with how powerful their Idyea is."
Nights touched his finger to Joshua's head, "you have quiet a lot of courage," he smiled. He put his finger to Monique's forehead, "ah!" Nights tore his finger away from Monique's head, and shook it like it had been burned.
"Did I hurt you, too bad? Hun?"
"No, it was Joshua; his Idyea, he must love you a lot." Nights looked at his finger, the glove that had covered that finger was gone, it looked like it had been burned away.
Monique squeaked at the sight of Nights' broken and misshaped nail.
Nights looked at her then his nail and hid it quickly.
"Why's it like that, Hun?"
"Long story," Nights said, "I don't like to talk about it."
"So," Elijah smiled, "how was your trip?"
"Don't ask," Nights moaned.
"That bad hun?"
Nights nodded, "where's Reala?"
"He hit his head," Elijah tapped his head, "got a concussion, he should be fine in a day or two."
"That's good," Nights looked at the Dreamers, bravery gleaming in his blue-purple eyes, "now, I need to get you two home."
"Really, hun?" Monique said happily.
"I won't give up until you and your boyfriend are home, I promise."
