Gwen's Nightmares

 

A flicker of cave wall showed around me as the pain of the tentacle shooting out again swept through my middle. It locked onto what I figured was the next scene and began pulling it in.

PING

A trickle of water rolled down my nose. "Wait, don't go" I called, but the contact faded again. This was getting annoying.

The scene faded in, in colorful light. I was in a stone room, with blood dripping down the walls. I realized this was the room that Roland had died in. Gwen came in, looking around very upset. I felt like crying for her, but before I could go to her, the scene faded quickly.

I then saw a woman who looked like Gwen's mother with Corwin, the angst ridden, and they were imprisoned somewhere deep underground. Funny, she doesn't look anything like Corwin, I thought. This faded away too.

A new scene faded in over it. There was Gwen's brother, Roland, staring into a bowl of water, watching his own death. Eerie. It faded away, and a new scene took it's place again.

I was on a flat plain, or plateau, which let slowly down into hills. It was empty, but then figures faded slowly into view. Through the haziness of this place, things began to focus. There was a huge looming cherry tree and the smell of blossums fading. The top three quarters of the tree was on the ground next to the trunk. I saw a red Chevy car on it's side, battered and abused, static spewing from it's speakers. There were bodies lying on the ground around it. A few of them. There was a twisted old man, Dworkin, a slightly taller old man, Suhuy, and a big brawny man I didn't recognize. Their clothes were bloody and battered. Off in the distance, very nearly or actually decapitated, was Oberon. Not good. I choked back a sudden sob. A man stood next to what looked like a pattern, and it was Lothos. Red robes, short red hair, and he was laughing, "I knew it would never succeed." His robes were rent and bloody, his boots dripped with muck and blood as well. He moved toward the pattern, which seemed to me to be an altered, different version.

He laughed, and strode across the pattern, in a straight line to the center! I twitched. As he walked, he left bloody, muddy footprints behind him. When he reached the center he faded out. Cracks radiated out from the center of where he had been and the pattern shattered. "Damn, he IS a charmer" I muttered.

The scene again faded out, and the tentacles shot out through the cramping pain in my stomach. I felt badly shaken and sick by that last vision.

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