I've proofread this, it's just that some of the words are in Romanian. Don't think that I'm THAT lazy.

One of my Christmas presents came late... PAINT IT WHITE :D yayyyyy! I watched it with my dad. Awkward naked England. Awkward Ukraine. Awkward Japan/Italy bath scene.

But nvm. STILL AWESOME :D

Second update in one day! Enjoy!

Alo, Anglia. I hope that you will find this note.

After you gave me the signal and I disappeared from your sight, I ran down the tunnel. I narrowly avoided falling down a hole a few metres deep, so hopefully you avoided it too. Just be careful.

Well, it's a bit late for that certain piece of advice. But if it's only a few metres deep, I'll be able to climb out of it once I fall asleep again.

On my journey, I found Rimidalv. At least, I think it was him. He's the one with the red cloak, corect? Anyway, he blocked my path, so I resorted to violence and hit him in the face.

My hand still burns in the real/waking world. Once again, be VERY careful.

Alright, so Aea was telling the truth... wait, injuries there are reflected in the real world? Then again, my head hurts, but that's because I fell out of my bed. So did he stick his hand in the oven or something?

I used magie instead. He fell to the floor and I abandoned him. Once I got to Emmakala, she was crying from the pain. I rushed to her side and she looked up at me hopefully. You know how careless these creatures are? The key was just out of her reach, to tease her, no doubt. They clearly weren't expecting me.

I grabbed the key and unlocked the handcuffs, but she was too weak to fly. I picked her up and carried her away from the dead end, but I had no idea how to escape.

She asked me to put her down because my movements were making her wrists hurt more, so I complied and hid her behind a rock. I continued to look for an exit and I soon heard a female voice from behind me, saying "Hello, Vladimir."

"Aea," I mutter. She did say she'd seen Romania.

I began to turn around to see who said this, but I was soon torn from the world.

I woke up and immediately regretted putting Emmakala down, because who knows, she might have transported back with me.

She also said that Emmakala wasn't going anywhere. Does she know where she's hidden now?

So I just wanted to leave you a note as a warning. I don't know who she is, but I could almost feel how dangerous she is. Also, keep an eye out for Emmakala, unless Ruhtra or someone else found her.

I'm going to go back there now. Hopefully this information will be useful in some way.

România.

"Hang on a tick," I whisper to myself, re-reading the note. "She was crying from the pain," I quote, dropping the paper in shock.

Emmakala never cries.

I hastily shove the curtains aside and leap down from the windowsill, returning to my bed. I dive back into it but, obviously, I'm not tired. I can't sleep.

Cursing in frustration, I throw off the covers and sit upright, my legs slung over the side of the bed. I rest my elbows on my thighs and my head in my hands. No... there's no way I can just leave her there! There has to be something!

I jolt upright, realising that there is something. It's unlikely, but maybe I can see her in the dream world...

"Lá Eallwealdan! Mé íewaþ Emmakala!" I cry out, and that little red spark appears again. I stare at it as it shakes in confusion, and my hope begins to diminish. I didn't think it would work anyw-

The spark turns to green and its shaking speeds up, almost excitedly. It speeds out of the window and I follow it with little hesitation. I slide down the banister and don't even stop to put my shoes on as I fling the door open. Obviously I make sure to close it.

I wince as my bare feet meet stone paving, but thoughts of finding Emmakala convince me to continue. The spark flies past overhead, luckily not at full-out sprinting speed, but I still have to run to catch up with it anyway.

People turn to stare at me, and I suddenly think of the situation.

I'm not running through the streets in pyjamas, right? Worse, shirtless? I look down at my clothes and find that I have no reason to be paranoid; I didn't change out of my clothes before going to sleep last night - all that's different is that I'm not wearing a jacket or tie, just a shirt. Bloody hell, it's cold.

Better than nothing, I guess.

My feet hurt with each gravelly step, but I push on. No pain, no gain, after all. I make sure not to crash into anybody on my path.

The spark leads me past the edge of town and into a field. I sigh at the welcome change of terrain, and notice for the first time that my breath is visible. Okay, scratch it being cold, it's bloody freezing.

I pant slightly as my shins begin to ache from the constant running, now worsened by the uphill gradient. There's only one field and one meadow, but in my panic they blend together, and I don't notice that I've entered the meadow until I'm halfway through it, kicking tall grass aside.

Forcing myself to keep on going, I see the spark speeding up slightly, teasingly, as it flies into the forest. I reach the trees a few seconds later and stop to locate the spark. I can barely see it among the trees. Once I catch sight of it, I continue my run, now a sprint considering the time I just lost.

I wince as the sticks of the forest floor prod my feet, especially after each time I jump over a tree root. Maybe I could've stopped to put on some shoes; this is hindering my progress.

To my delight, the spark enters a plain, grassy clearing, like heaven to my soles. I watch as the spark dives behind a tree root and fails to resurface.

I drop to my knees in exhaustion, never taking my eye off of the aforementioned tree root lest I lose track of it.

Well, I feel pathetic. Emmakala's probably in danger, and I'm just kneeling here, ignoring what might be a secret passage into the dream world.

An image comes to mind from the spell: Emmakala's sleeping, but with a troubled look on her face and blisters on her wrists. I grimace. It seems that Romania was right about injuries being evident in both worlds.

I push against the ground to get up on my feet, and then I head over to the tree root. Lo and behold, Emmakala's there in the same state. So what if it isn't a gateway to the other world - I found her! I smile joyfully before looking more closely at her injured wrists, and my smile drops. I lift one wrist carefully and her face scrunches in agony, so I lay it down again.

Deciding that she would be far more comfortable on grass, I carefully pick her up and rest her down in the middle of the clearing.

I notice again the aching pain in my shins and how worn out I am, and lie down beside her. An idea occurs to me - I just made myself tired running, didn't I? So maybe I could fall asleep and rescue Emmakala! It feels weird thinking that, considering she's right here.

Wrapping a protective arm around her, I attempt to fall asleep. In this tired state, it doesn't take too long before I feel my eyes slipping closed, sparing little thought as to the fact that I'm on the ground, outside, in the middle of a forest.

Oh well. I'm too weak to return home now, and so's Emmakala. Might as well.