The Seasons Gloom

Dreams Suck Man

Yes, it's me again. Julianna's medical-induced nap was good for her, she got a good rest. But Proserpina didn't answer her prayers, oh no. Instead, she decided to bug me.

As soon as my head hit the pillow, I passed out, the sound of my snoring cohort members fading into the dark fathoms of unconsciousness.

I was in a large field of wheat... again. I looked at the shifting stalks of wheat that seemed to grow as far as I could see. I let out a curse (It was one of my favorites and kinda made me feel better). I took a step forward and, when nothing seemed to go wrong, I took another. And another, and hundreds more. This place was endless and I probably would have lost my mind, if I had any of it left to lose, but three was a swath of not-wheat on the edge of the horizon.

What seemed like hours of trudging later, I stumbled into a dry clearing, nearly weeping for the change in scenery, (although, if any of you tell anyone that, you will find yourselves with a new metal appendage protruding from your back). I looked up and noticed a large rock jutting from the parched earth that I swear hadn't been there before. Lounging atop it was a goddess. No, not any goddess, the goblin-toe-fur-sucking, worthless, Proserpina. I wanted to go all RARA on her blond hair, blue-eyed gluteus. ESPECIALLY, when she had the audacity to call me by my full name:

"Nooren Sarara," she said, her voice colder than it was before.

"Like I said last time, I go by Ren, not Nooren," I looked with a frown. She was moody today, her mouth was curved in a slight frown and she looked at me, her eyes cold. Not as cold, though, as she was about to be if she kept that glare up. I stood up and crossed my arms, trying to see if I could kill her with a glare.

"What I would like to know is why your little Bandelier of demigods is going north." She leaned forward, and I instinctively took a step back.

"The mortal sickness is strongest in Seattle, which is north of us. I thought you were a goddess, shouldn't you know these things?"

"You insolent child, you can't go to Seattle! That's the opposite direction from her." She paced the dry ground, dust flying everywhere. I heard her murmuring to herself, something about not being able to say what she wants to say, because of... him? I had no clue what she was talking about, and frankly, I didn't care. The dust was clogging my throat, choking the oxygen from my lungs. I coughed and with an absurdly large amount of effort spat at her, "Could you STOP!?"

She turned to face me with a cold glare, her left eye twitching as she continued to mumble in my direction.

I took a deep breath and forced through my gritted teeth, "Proserpina, you look a little crazy. Why don't you take a seat on your...um-rock, and take a deep breath." I inhaled deeply, then exhaled, demonstrating the arduous task. "Very relaxing." (See, Juli? I don't "automatically resort to aggressive means of getting my way." I am a very reasonable person who, despite your beliefs, can calm down. So, there.)

I felt like I was handling a two-year-old who had broken their crayons and was throwing a tantrum. Proserpina looked at me, her eyes giving off a red glow, and crossed her arms

Oh crap, I thought to myself, Ren you idiot. You insulted a flower goddess. Great job, A for the effort, you are dead.

I prepared myself to get smited by the goddess or smothered in flowers, but instead, she gave me a curious look. "Proserpina? Why would you-" understanding crept across her features, and her eyes softened slightly. "Ah, I see."

"What?" I asked.

She shook her head. "Nothing important. Now how do I-" she scanned her surroundings and broke into a smile. "Ohh! Yes."