Baz breathed in the warm, stale air. The dust was choking his nose to the point where he couldn't smell anything. That was the second of his senses to go. First sight, which had gone when they wrangled an old, moldy piece of cloth over his eyes. Now his scent, which might not have been a bad thing. Everything down here had reeked of death. He was being dragged along an old, stone passageway by a dozen of the 'zombies'. Finally, all at once, the very air in the room changed. He didn't feel quite so trapped anymore, and the air was cooler and cleaner. Baz took a deep breath, savoring the feeling just before he was roughly shoved forward, just managing to keep his balance. Smooth, cool hands moved to untie the blindfold, standing out in stark contrast to the rough, spine-chilling touch of the dead. Baz blinked dust out of his eyes before finally casting his cold gaze around the room. It was large and dark. He blinked a few more times, waiting for his eyes to adjust. He glanced around the room, not able to locate whoever had untied the cloth. There were a few wooden benches all facing towards a raised platform on the other side. Up towards the top of the walls opposite Baz were a couple of thin stained glass windows, which allowed for a tiny piece of light to filter in. He heard a light, feminine giggle from above him and he snapped his head up, trying desperately to locate the noise.

"oh, I'm not over there" the same voice called down from the other side of the room. "I'm all the way over here!"

Baz closed his eyes, gritting his teeth. The voice was moving quickly- too quickly- around the room.

"So, are you actually going to come down and talk to me, or just float around like a coward?"

"Coward?" The light voice instantly changed, turning bitter and resentful. A small bubbling sound came from the upper right corner of the room, quickly approaching. He noticed a black cloud rushing towards him. Just before it hit him, it hit the ground and evaporated, leaving an angry woman staring at him. She was short but solid, and had black hair that started extremely thick and curly at the top but as it reached down to her knees, became straight. Her eyes were a pale, sick looking red. With shocking speed and strength, she reached up and smacked Baz across the check, sending him staggering back.

"Is this what you call a coward?" she hissed through her teeth, seemingly materializing in front of him again and punching him hard in his gut, which caused him to fall to his knees, clutching at his mid-section. She lifted her leg and planted the heel of her boot on his shoulder and shoved, making him fall backwards. She climbed onto him and grabbed his shirt collar, pulling on it firmly. "Am I a coward?" she hissed. Baz gritted his teeth and glared, an old fire in his gaze. She smirked and smacked his head back into the stone, resulting in a firm crack. Baz winced, but refused to show any pain further than that. "Am I a coward?" she asked again. Closing his eyes firmly, he slowly shook his head. She smirked again and dropped him, standing and walking to one of the benches. She summoned it to her with a wave of her hands. "Tie him up" she said simply, sitting and crossing her legs. Baz let himself be dragged to the nearest wall and shackled by old rusty chains. Morgana smiled at him the whole time.

"Now, we wait for your little friends. Then, the real fun begins."

Simon...

Simon turned his head. He could've sworn he had heard something.

"Is something wrong?" Baz asked from the other side of their shared room at Watford. Simon looked up at him and smiled.

"No, I just thought I heard something..." he glanced out the window and shook his head. He grinned at Baz, who smirked a little in response.

"Is the stress of finishing your last year finally getting to you?" he asked.

"Not when I have you here" Simon responded, not missing a beat. He glanced up to see Baz turn a faint shade of pink, which for him was a lot. Baz was clearly not used to affectionate comments, and Simon loved saying them just to throw Baz off. If even for just a moment. Baz coughed slightly and went back to his writing. Simon put down his own book and stood, stretching, before crossing to Baz's bed. He kneeled beside it and poked his head over, trying to read Baz's curly writing.

"What class is this for?" he asked, looking at Baz's stressed expression.

"It's for..."

Simon!

Baz was staring at Simon, concern etching its way into his features. He held a hand up to Simons forehead. "Are you sure you're alright, love?" he asked.

Simon nodded vigorously. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"Well I answered your question and you had no response, just blankly staring into space. And you look pale. I'll go get you some water" Baz stood and strolled out the door. Simon followed a moment later and walked into the front hallway of the house they had bought after they left Watford. Simon stopped for a minute and looked back into the room he had just come out of. It was his and Baz's bedroom. He shook his head. Of course. What was he thinking? he continued on down the hall, glancing into their living room as he passed. He stopped when he noticed something different.

"Hey Baz?" he called out, walking into the room. "When did we get a chalkboard?" he asked.

"A what?" came the muffled response.

Simon blinked. On the board was written one word. A word that had not been there a moment ago. Dreaming. Simon walked forwards and grabbed the eraser, running it over the word. Instead of disappearing though, it just changed. Wake up! Simon ran the eraser over it over and over again, beginning to panic. Simon. Snow. You. Are. Dreaming!

He whirled when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Calm down, Snow! What are you doing?"

Simon gaped for a moment and turned, pointing. "It's the chalk...board..."

There was no chalk board. He blinked a few more times before turning back to a confused Baz.

"Nothing..." he trailed. Baz took his hand and led him to their couch, handing him the tall glass of water. After what felt like no time at all, it was night. They had spent the entire day on the couch, watching old re-runs of The Twilight Zone (Simon's favorite TV show). The doorbell rang.

"I'll get it" Simon said, leaving the warmth of Baz's embrace with maximum effort.

He walked to the door and opened it, revealing Penny. Instantly a feeling of dread fell into the pit of his stomach. Penny just looked at him, somber. Simon slowly shook his head.

"Please don't make me go" he whispered.

"Simon, we have to go. You know this isn't real. Baz was taken, remember? After you cast that spell, when we entered the house in the woods. And the zombies came in, and you went o-"

"Stop it!" Simon cried, not wanting to believe it, but at the same time, memories were slipping into his brain. Memories that, deep down, he knew were true. He looked up at Penny, tears in his eyes.

"Please don't make me..." he trailed.

Penny reached out and grabbed him, hugging him tightly.

"Simon, the Baz you left in that room isn't real. But out there, in the real world, is the real Baz. The Baz that needs your help. Without you, he will die. Please, come with me Simon" She pleaded. Simon looked at her and reluctantly, very reluctantly, nodded.

The two of them sat up, panting. Simon leaned over against the wall, trying to force back bile rising in his throat. They were back in the cavern. It was much better lit than it had been before. A small orb of light floated in the center, glowing like a sun. He felt Penny lay a hand on his back, just between his wings.

"Are you going to be okay?" she asked.

Simon coughed a few more times and nodded, shakily standing. The two entered the main room, leaving the shelter of the stairs behind. Simon stopped just short of the stairs. A ring of black surrounded his feet. He looked around, black scorch marks covering the walls.

"Pen, did I...?"

She could only nod in response. Simon put his head in his hands.

"But Simon, it wasn't as bad! You were more in control! It wasn't just destruction, it was... something else..."

"But it was still going off" Simon said in a flat tone. Without looking up, he marched across the room to the other door, muttering under his breath. The Sword of Mages appeared in his grasp. He grabbed the door handle and looked back at Penny.

"Are you ready?"

A/N: HHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNnnnnnnnnngggg. Okay, so the beginning is not my favorite. It's also not my least favorite. But I am proud of how the ending of this chapter came out. Can anyone spot the two references in this chapter? One is the entire structure and theme of Simon's dream, and the other is just a tiny reference inside of Simon's dream. Put them down in the comments if you see them! Also, thanks for 6,000+ views on this story! As of my posting this, it's at 6,453. Holy Sh*t. Why do you guys like this trash that I write? Go read talented people! And sorry for the long ass delays between chapters. I just really haven't found motivation to do much of anything lately. I've just been in a rut, and I've been really down. But I will try to write more. It's past 2:00 am. I need to go to bed.