Nirrvash
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A needle in a haystack. Who do you think got the job of finding it?
Yeah, little ol' me.
There were several reasons for that. For one thing, Stella wasn't as mobile as I was, and carrying her on my back while I ran through the woods would only slow me down. Not to mention it would just wear her out for no reason. On top of that, I was the one who was able to hear and feel the misshapen space at a greater distance. Needless to say, I had no idea what our present, the floors of Fallen's Cry, actually sounded like from this side. Was it also ringing with the screams of men and beasts, or was it completely silent? I sincerely hoped not. That would make an already arduous search even more difficult.
Well, in the end it turned out my senses weren't even needed and that Stella would have to ride on my back for a little while longer.
Neither she nor I were completely stupid and asked . . . well, she asked if Traiana, as the warden of this place, felt any misshapen space around. If she did, it would make the whole searching thing a lot easier. But the woman quickly dashed our hopes. According to her, there was no such space nearby. In fact, there was no misshapen space across the entire echo. "This nightmare of mine is running as it should," were her words.
Even though it shouldn't have, the fact that she could feel what was going on in all this echo of the past took me by surprise. Yet it made sense. How else could she be with us the moment we passed through time and space and found ourselves on that cliff? She felt us enter. Either that, or we were unconscious for longer than we thought, screaming our lungs out in agony whilst in blissful oblivion. If that was the case, we were lucky it was her and not some beast that found us.
"So . . . you can feel every distortion of this echo, ma'am?" Stella asked, still with hope in her voice. She wasn't ready to give up, and neither was I.
"Indeed, little one. I'm the dreamer after all. Even you would be able to sense if something were to disturb your dreams."
A low growl escaped my throat. We were reduced to mere dream intruders, the disturbers of her dreams, her nightmares. That was just bloody great.
No, I wasn't angry with Traiana; after all, we were intruders in this place; it was just my frustration talking. I was disappointed that when we arrived at the location, corresponding to the spot where we entered the maze, there was nothing but old trees. No obvious way out, not even the slightest clue.
"T-Then shouldn't you be able to tell us if there's a misshapen space somewhere through this echo . . . that we could pass through, ma'am?"
Traiana nodded. "I should."
>> Then? Is there?
Nirrvash
Thanks for your patience. You are amazing, guys.
Enjoy the chapter!
A needle in a haystack. Who do you think got the job of finding it?
Yeah, little ol' me.
There were several reasons for that. For one thing, Stella wasn't as mobile as I was, and carrying her on my back while I ran through the woods would only slow me down. Not to mention it would just wear her out for no reason. On top of that, I was the one who was able to hear and feel the misshapen space at a greater distance. Needless to say, I had no idea what our present, the floors of Fallen's Cry, actually sounded like from this side. Was it also ringing with the screams of men and beasts, or was it completely silent? I sincerely hoped not. That would make an already arduous search even more difficult.
Well, in the end it turned out my senses weren't even needed and that Stella would have to ride on my back for a little while longer.
Neither she nor I were completely stupid and asked . . . well, she asked if Traiana, as the warden of this place, felt any misshapen space around. If she did, it would make the whole searching thing a lot easier. But the woman quickly dashed our hopes. According to her, there was no such space nearby. In fact, there was no misshapen space across the entire echo. "This nightmare of mine is running as it should," were her words.
Even though it shouldn't have, the fact that she could feel what was going on in all this echo of the past took me by surprise. Yet it made sense. How else could she be with us the moment we passed through time and space and found ourselves on that cliff? She felt us enter. Either that, or we were unconscious for longer than we thought, screaming our lungs out in agony whilst in blissful oblivion. If that was the case, we were lucky it was her and not some beast that found us.
"So . . . you can feel every distortion of this echo, ma'am?" Stella asked, still with hope in her voice. She wasn't ready to give up, and neither was I.
"Indeed, little one. I'm the dreamer after all. Even you would be able to sense if something were to disturb your dreams."
A low growl escaped my throat. We were reduced to mere dream intruders, the disturbers of her dreams, her nightmares. That was just bloody great.
No, I wasn't angry with Traiana; after all, we were intruders in this place; it was just my frustration talking. I was disappointed that when we arrived at the location, corresponding to the spot where we entered the maze, there was nothing but old trees. No obvious way out, not even the slightest clue.
"T-Then shouldn't you be able to tell us if there's a misshapen space somewhere through this echo . . . that we could pass through, ma'am?"
Traiana nodded. "I should."
>> Then? Is there?
