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PART TWO: Fickle Time
9. The Dream
PART TWO - Fickle Time The DreamEm is walking through a dark wood. Clouds drift lazily across the sky, covering the stars, casting long shadows. The grass is dewy and she can feel the water soaking through her sneakers. She shivers.
She holds up her torch, trying to dispel some of the darkness that surrounds her.
In the distance, some deep voices. She turns her head in the direction of the sound in time to see some shadowy figures drifting towards a large tree, whispering to one another. She moves to follow them.
Em catches up just in time to see them duck under a hole in the large tree. She hesitates before quickly sliding down the hole herself. She lands in a long dark tunnel, voices echoing.
"Hey!" Her cries fill the dark voice that stretches out before her. But there is no reply.
She continues down the tunnel, her gaze lingering on dangling roots and moss covered corners.
After what seems like hours she finally reaches an exit. She pushes through the darkness, eyes blinking at the sudden light until - she pauses. The muddy floor has given way to creaking scratched wood, the roots to overturned and destroyed furniture, and the darkness to eerie moonlight.
Em looks up to see the moon, large and full, hanging low in the sky peeking out from one of broken windows.
A dark sound rips through the heavy silence, somewhere behind her. She freezes. The sound, a low rumbling growl, comes again and she turns.
Two amber eyes stare at her from the shadows. Slowly, they move forward, revealing a bloodied hairy muzzle, a twisted face and two pointed eyes. The creature bares their sharp teeth and lunges.
Em awakes with a start, eyes blinking against the darkness. She is trembling, despite the warmth of her room. A full moon, low in the sky, shines through her window and she shivers.
Something is very wrong.