What, did you guys forget I existed over the course of 3 days? The response to last chapter was incredibly underwhelming... Oh, well, here's another chapter anyway.

Zoey's eyes flung open all of the sudden. It was a dream, wasn't it? But... it felt so real. Or at least Rythian felt real. His voice, his hair- even that blonde streak- seemed too real to be a dream. But how could it not be a dream? The background world was just empty numb blackness, and Rythian just sort of faded away. The more she tried to recall details of the dream, the more she was losing them. She didn't get it! How could something so real be so fake?

The answer seemed so backwards reasoned, twisting her mind around in curves and turns that, in the end, looped together.

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Kyle kept a close eyes on Rythian as he dreamed, or at least that's what Kyle guessed he must've been doing. Honestly, what else could he be doing? He was practically already dead and Kyle knew if he himself did not get help, his wounds would get infected and Kyle would die, too. But he couldn't go anywhere, and the abandoned, and now blown up, black-brick castle offered no support.

Kyle watched as, in his dreaming state, Rythian twitched and his face contorted into a much more relaxed expression. Kyle had almost thought he was dead when he relaxed. Then, as sudden as he looked peaceful, he looked lost and painted again. But this time it was different, his eyes opened. He was conscious. He tried to sit up, but Kyle, who'd been kneeled down next him, stopped him. Very gently, Kyle helped him sit up slightly against some of the rubbish black-bricks left behind.

"Y-you feel ok?" Kyle dared to ask.

"No... Zoey... I need to find Zoey..." He responded despondently

"Zoey? Who's Zoey?"

"I.. need to find her..." His breathing was obviously labored, and every word was a struggle of it own for him. Kyle realized he wasn't going to get an answer, either because Rythian could get the breath to answer or because he simply didn't have the answer. Either way, he wasn't going to get an answer. So Kyle had him lie back down and try to rest- and stay alive.

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These questions formed an unsolvable maze. Some how, as if every correct step in the maze took cause something to click together in her head she'd decided what had happened.

She'd heard of this happening before, but dismissed it for something that only happened in fairytales and sci-fi movies. Linked dreams. It's this is thing where two end up together, aware that they are together and in control of their actions. Whatever Person A does, Person B sees it happening, and vice versa. If Person A was, to say, kiss, Person B, Person B would feel the kiss just as much as Person A. It was real without being real.

Zoey hoped it would happen again, because if what Rythian said was true, and he was alive but dying, they probably were never going to see each other face-to-face ever again.

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Rythian passed out again. He'd barely been able to hold on to his consciousness, due to massive blood loss, and eventually he slipped back into the peaceful, yet limbo-esque, state of unconsciousness. Kyle grew increasingly concerned that Rythian wouldn't wake up this time, but he tried to hold hope.

He tried to twist his leg back into place. He knew if he succeeded it wouldn't magically make his leg all better, but better than twisted 180 degrees. He couldn't, though, it hurt way to much, and he could only stare at his purplish-black blood drizzling from the gash, and his bone peeking through it, for so long. He gave up. They'd made it this far to die here. They may as well have let the Queen win. She was getting what she wanted, and more. She got rid off the human and, as a bonus, the Ender child with no teleporting abilities. Which, as Kyle had reported over and over, was not true. He teleported just fine.

And then it hit him. Like a huge hand slapping him in the face, teleporting. He could teleport. Why hadn't he thought of this sooner?