chapter 04

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He didn't know where he was. It was pitch black. And he couldn't move, he was still paralysed.
When he tried to say something his throat hurt. The only thing that came out was scratchy " hello?"
But no one answered him so he assumed he was alone.

After a while he heard footsteps approaching and he tried to sit up, but it didn't work. A bright gleaming light suddenly shut through the room and Dream had to close his eyes, because it hurt them.
People started talking but he couldn't understand. A different language.
A figure stepped closer, Dream could see them through half shut eyes.

"Hclay" a feminine voice said. "Iclay knclayw yclay clayr scclay rclayd."

Fuck I have no idea what she just said.

"I don't understand you" he dared himself to say.
The women stared at him and looked like she was thinking really hard.
After a while she said, in an accent Dream had never heard before, " Hello. Don't be scared."

"You speak my language? " Dream was happy.

"Yes" she thought again " how are you feeling?"

"I can't move and my head hurts." he tried to move again but it didn't worked.

"Oh, it's from the berries we gave you. They cause a temporary paralysis. It will go away soon."

She grabbed behind her and showed him a bowl.
"This is for your wounds. It will probably burn."

"Ok, I can take i— aaaah" as soon as she applied the creme a pain shot through his body.

"What in the hell is this? fuck."

"It will make your wounds heal in hours. Stop crying like a lil baby." She applied the rest of the bowl on his wounds. Most of them were in his face, some on his arms and a big one on his leg, at least its what she told him, because he still couldn't move.

The women finished and stood up.
"I will go now and come back in a few hours to see if it's working."
Then she turned around and opened the door.

"Wait" Dream said " what's your name?"

"My name is Niki" with that she left and Clay was alone in the darkness again.

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"Wow Dream, look at this. It looks so beautiful." George woke him up, shaking him until he opened his eyes.

"Mmmno, leave alone. Me wanna sleep."

"Me wanna show you the lake." George imitated him.

"Boys please speak normally." Dream heard Georges mum saying from the front seat.

"He started it" George stated. "plus ratio plus..." he stopped. He was not going to say the next thing out loud to his family.

Dream started to chuckle and completely opened his eyes.

„See" George said "it's not that hard to open your eyes. And now look!"

Dream looked to the left and his mouth fell open.
In a valley and surrounded by mountains, was the most beautiful lake he had ever seen. Large and dark blue, almost black, the edge lined with trees of all kinds. The sun was shining on the surface and was about to disappear behind the mountains.

"That is" Dream searched for words " unbelievably pretty".

"I know, that's why I wanted to show it to you" George said with a grin in his voice.

Dream looked back at him and he was smiling.
he is also really pretty, Dream thought to himself. If only I could tell him how pretty he looks right now. Majestic almost with how the sun shines on him.

"Dream? Hello? " George asked.

"What?" Dream got ripped out of his daydream and was beginning to blush.

"My mum just asked if we were hungry because then we would stop at a restaurant first before we drive to the house."

Dream was not really hungry, because he ate snacks almost all day long while driving, and George knew it by the way he looked at him. He was basically asking him to say yes 'cause if he said no, Georges parents would just drive to the house.

"I am really hungry, I have to say, but didn't you two needed to catch a flight or something?" Dream lied.

"We will go eating first then. Oh and our meeting in New York got canceled so we are staying for the night and leave tomorrow" Georges mum said and his dad took a right turn.

"Thank you" George whispered to him and gave him a little kiss on the cheek.

It was hushed and Dream shouldn't blush from it, but he did, so hard he had to cover his face with his jacket.

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Dream didn't exactly remember falling asleep but he must've since he was not in the house anymore. He saw trees above him and felt something cold underneath him. He felt... he felt something again. Dream tried to move his arms, then his legs and it actually worked. He sat up and looked around. He was sitting a bench and in front of him there was a fire burning. All around there were sitting the people that brought him here. I am goinf to die.

"Look he is awake" he recognised the girls voice fron before but couldn't quite make out where she was sitting in the darkness, but now all heads turned towards him and he shrugged.

A man stood up and said "Welcome to our home" . He had a strong accent but Dream couldn't make it out.
Everyone looked at Dream like he was supposed to say something too.
what am I supposed to do?
It took all his strength but he was able to press out a small and angsty "hello".

"I am Phil" the man spoke again "head of this tribe"
a tribe? wtf

The whole tribe went silent again and Phil stared at him.
Do they except me to say something?

"I - I am... I am Cl- Dream. I am Dream."

"Welcome Dream" Phil said and started walking towards him. He sat down on the bench and looked at Dream "Where are you from?" he asked.

"Miami " he said and when Phil and the rest just looked at him weird he added " Florida."
Still no reaction. "I am from Miami, Florida" he said again. Phil's expression went from asking to angry.

Did I do something wrong?

Just when Phil looked like he wanted to hurt him someone on the other side of the fire stood up and made their way to Dream and Phil.
It was Niki.

"You should come with me" she said dry.
Dream stood up and followed Niki, who now turned and headed to the houses.

Behind them the people started talking first quiet, then really loudly, some of them were even shouting. They were talking in their own language so Dream couldn't really understand them, but when he turned around all the people looked at him.

Their eyes were full of hate.

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