Chapter Seven

The Dream

During the night, Mowgli had slept in a few seconds with heavy eyes closed, and he began to dream about what was behind it as he remembered the moment on the tree-tops. As the boy's eyes glistened of sparkling light in the far mile jungle, as twinkling blinds fell on him. Dreaming of falling if many leaves, branches and vines as the many of these odds goes on he finally stopped in soft ground. No dream can harm a boy's life.

The place was as darkened of forest in many he passed throughout the jungle, swiping his hand and throwing, another. He began to be puzzled about something. Something that might come popping at qué as studied of those familiarity.

Huh strange, I don't even recognize this, he asked himself to focus on a stranger. But this place does really look—

Just then by the other left in clear distance was coming in the road path, as Mowgli hid himself hidden among those bushes. Brownish eyes watched a strange looking two creatures, that how occasionally but never know of what animals had brought themselves in the wild place. They looked like they were standing upright, and wearing more clothes. But they are also hairless, a lot more like the monkeys, a lot more like; Mowgli?

He gap as the confusion in he felt it that, he no one has ever seen it in this life.

What are they? Mowgli wandered at first step. They are a lot just in the evening to me?

He came out of this thickness of green soft in leaves as they chattered by each other as before. He walked on along with them, slowly approaching without seeing the boy get close attention. But they are not listening or in the evening looking back.

"Premia, everything is going to be alright," the man said to his wife. "Once the night is full as we prepare ourselves for a camp. And we look after ourselves, We can never go back to the "

Mowgli burst out in how they were unlucky or capable in letting them enter, coming of this jungle as welcome.

Pfft as if, you do not know about this place for I was born in the jungle, Mowgli rolled both eyes as looked away.

"Even we'd look after our child," she replied to him.

Not Mowgli, but talking in asking for something of their own child. Mowgli noticed they were talking about a child here with them.

"Yes dear, our child," he said another.

He walked in beside of Premia and looked himself of small figure, hanging at by mother was carrying a small figure of baby. It looked quietly clear.

"Our Son……" he looks down at a tanned boy, as this little thing for napping itself. Mowgli had gotten shocked by wide eyes as his mouth was awed. Mowgli looked at the baby, looking exactly like him.

Confused with his own thoughts of concern in stacks of his mistakes. And though it was a dream, a weird silly old dream has always come crept to mind and is living their life.

His face was gone to pale however in how he may look in compliance and how hard to explain his.

How can I possibly be me, Mowgli blabbing in a big conundrum. It's not even possible, my parents never told me?!

He focused back on the parenting of standing there in the frozen time, as such the baby was reminded to snooze at its smile.

Did that, somebody really happened that I really was, or something that was hidden from me.

Mowgli couldn't think straight on his stay focus, and that he was gonna burst to burn the brain. And he thought, was this?

He looked back to them as the darkness came through and underneath fog appeared out of nowhere.

A swooped shadowy figure sneak passes, right over behind and caught in somersault a chills around a boy's skin by quivering as turns. It gives him a quick look at him, as although it makes it any quicker as dashed by done speed, Mowgli wasn't really quick enough of any environment adorned thus abstract by sound brushing.

Fog swivels and waves as cover in spider's cobwebs at shush, went further in posts of passage of endless void of green jungles by thousands, and thousands. He looked left and right by enclosing long, short times. He looked closer at both of them as leaves are shaped like curves on sharp edges.

He suddenly heard voices in ghastlier wisp, near behind Mowgli's ears, catching them saying; 'Humans'. Just then a screaming of voices was full of horror at the indescribable things that can't explain him. And shouted out.

"Gulo, we must run for it now!"

"Don't run Premia, if you ever run by turning around and that can kill us both! Keep calm!"

Raaaaaaooooooooor! The sounds echoing round them in no place to escape on occasions, but Mowgli was capturing a seemingly dark shadowy figure.

'Death to humanity!'

Another the same thing was growling louder and near clearly, he cannot simply see it because of the mists in his blankets.

Mowgli listens to the terrible sounds of chat, as voices are more shaking in what's going on here? And made it unbelievably as you can see there in front of them the fog is telling us, of both which a strangest sense of heart feels. As the eyes went sore as the spark of flames was he saw again in two family's stands in defence. The voices chatted and boasted a fear growing from mother.

"Oh gods save us all!" Premia's expression grew thinner and larger, seeing that as horrible and desperate as Mowgli remains in front of them are facing something, something or else in between from up these flames of dreams.

"Just stay calm! Don't move, don't even run now, and stay together now," the husband held her in safe regards. "Please for the love of god, stay beside me!"

The roar grew closer the more terrifying it came within the heart of fear, as with boy's are shaken, and his brown eyes felt distant like he was in a sort of trance. As fires grow large they spread the jungle.

"Premia don't, don't what I'll tell you!"

"I'm sorry, I can't hold it anymore!"

She ran as fast as she could, while Mowgli remained watching one lady run off for her life with the baby too.

"That idiot!" Mowgli says in bursting with react. "Do not leave him!"

But he merely forgot that this is only a dream, and no one responded of their consciousness to Mowgli speaking to them.

"Damn it!"

A loud roar as thunder made Mowgli jump in quickly at behind, by turning around as the man stood to his ground as he glimpse upon a were means. As he gazed upwards till his eyes scans from a flame emerges, for it was behind this fiery curtain in shaping and reshaping of course that figure appeared at both the man and the boy in horror, a huge animal stood so terrible, that Mowgli was going to run for it, or he wet himself. One by one the dark creature stands and looks down at the man, as the black shape shifts in a round curve as its all-over body, and its eyes glimpse down by pouring for inferno.

Mowgli never thought it seemed possible, as his fear growing of heart struggles in being to face it. The creature flickered and cracked in wildfire as the boy's eyes reflected orange demonically by spirit, holding first that Mowgli began to struggle as threatening, his hands shaking by causing it at that moment. Like possessed of sort.

But the moments a while as the giant beast remains stares the man for it'd slaying by knife, but within the processes target it came too late as it was launching down as it out with a roar, and pounced like the cat and mouse. The flames engulf him, as Mowgli hears him scream as the beast burns him a scotch. More screams as the same goes by the woman got gory deaths in terrible screaming, but only screams, all here as the boy listens within ought tormenting.

Two many of cries by many many things goods in trauma as he covers at his ears, and tried to make it stop. But was no used, he bared in overheard of whimper and horrific scream, and the voice as meaningful in terror. "The mancub is mine! Give him to me now, he's my kill!" The unfamiliar voice goes deep and threatening for this little boy. The child doesn't understand what he wants, and why wanna kill him? Now there's something a proposal in shady looks of flashing minds, the fire grows closer to Mowgli. It crept closer along in blazingly of crawling upwards like ants, spiders or yet to burns a serious pain. Nightmare don't hurt Mowgli as he dreamt worsen as the flash of more familiar place were two long endlessly snake tracks, still as he remembered it.

He stood in front downs in sole feet. The two line tracks were jerking own self a make it a reeeeeeeeee, and hisssss! The snake tracks move, and are turned by inches of shape like 'S'. The tracks move itself alive like a snake moving to creeping on slithered up in coming at Mowgli close.

It slithers and with a slung by a pair of alive two snakes crawl it's rusty body, by starting from a feet, to legs from ankles in upping or sorting a stairway of body in two separate and wrapping himself in between a weight his torso and chest as it pin Mowgli's arms tightened.

It wraps around in each separately from top to bottom, Mowgli struggles to break free of the silvery and brown coils in wrapping. Expect wrapped on the boy's neck if that constricted him, and could squeeze the life out of him. It panics of how hard it is to take it, but the more as the Mowgli struggles of iron serpents coiling or more wrapping a kid underneath the feet. The struggles he gets, more wraps to structure and squeeze poor him.

The head of tracks rose up, and stared at him in seeing the youngest got the grip of clutches. Even the mind in which the terminal felt good of tracks wraps him.

But the real reason that Mowgli knew Baloo taught him of the danger of pythons is bad news to stalking a defensive child, as it gets caught snatches him, and swallows him whole.

Something had yet to happened a curved of sort problematic grows a bad things, by standing at Mowgli's feet stands, has made the floors moving and drove it slowly. He starts to think by seeing things even more struggling, and more coils are wrapping and tighter as the floor drags it down and sinking of the worst things is quicksand, as he wasn't gonna make it.

"No no no no, get off of me!" Mowgli yells at the snakes to let go of him. "I say let go! let go! Someone help me! Baloo, Bagheera! I'm sinking! Can anybody hear me!"

There's no calls for help, as the floors kept on and drove him off the bottomless pit, as the snake tracks endlessly went down with him. The eyes of his wider and trembled on sought this is the end of him. But fear grows the heart but can't relax. Down, down, down, down as it goes vanishing himself into the void he brought down to fall.

"Somebody help me!"

There is nothing else he can use to escape from the horror of nightmare, into the dark of a hellish place of slumbers. But jolted in quickly, opening eyes up and lifting himself. He gasped own air, and there he was inside a den and went after still in darkness. Mowgli was fine, he was safe here after all.

As the breath of his goes anxious in dull and losses by being able to calm his own.

All the inside of the den as he is still surrounded by family from Mother, Father, and his brothers and sister are still asleep.

Nobody overheard his cries in the real world by the shock of it. Mowgli starts to grow slowly down, easier or slower breathing. In moments steadily, the nightmares stopped.

And thought a little while second thought, needs someone to have the fresh air of strolling the forest and looking at the tree's. But his parents don't allow him to go, and leave if strapped or wandered the dangers ahead.

But he doesn't attempt and has himself wandered off for risk a safety of possibility in close between the cave, Mowgli sat still, and got pondering for puzzled himself. Thinking of straight people likely can't be coincidence and began to wonder if these dreams are truly visible minds.

What's wrong of me, he wondered, this can't be more coincidence if these dreams truly are real, but does it? Mowgli rather ignored it, and wanted nothing more than to thrive in a wild jungle. But doesn't mean for a ten year old boy; might move on till this gets more bothered, as flies buzzing over his head.

But the real questions? He thought, whose are these called; humans?