The Kingdom in the Mirror // DreamNotFound

Chapter 4

George had no idea what time of day it was when he finally woke up on the stone floor of the cave Dream was keeping him in. He bleary opened his eyes and looked around his surroundings, confused for a second before he realized where he was again.

He sighed, rolling over to look for Dream, but to his surprise, the dirty-blonde hair man was nowhere to be seen. George could tell he must have been gone for a while as the fire was burning out. Only a few embers lit up the small cave.

George felt a pang of fear as he realized that he was alone and tied up, his only light source about to go out before his very eyes. Should he call for help? How deep was he?

He took a deep breath to calm himself, trying to think logically. Could he get out of his restraints?

He rubbed his wrists together to test how tight they were, but they gave him no room to move. Dream had tied them expertly, unfortunately. He huffed, at least Dream hadn't tied his legs together.

The brit smiled to himself, he could just get up and walk out of here, he would find Karl and tell him all about this. Karl would take care of Dream, he was the King.

Struggling to his feet, George realized he didn't have any light source. He frowned, turning to study the dying fire behind him.

Bending down backwards, George carefully took hold of a flaming stick of wood. He straightened cautiously and almost whooped in success as he realized the wood was still burning strongly.

Now he had a light source. And with that, George made his way out of the cave and into the winding tunnels.

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George realized too late his mistake, after 15 minutes of mindless wandering his makeshift torch burned out and he was stuck in the middle of a tunnel, with no light.

He couldn't tell if he had gone deeper or higher, or anything at all. He was completely lost, and Dream was his only hope.

Fear caught in his throat as his mind played tricks on him, he felt as if the walls were closing closer together on either side of him, but he wasn't sure.

George tried to breathe evenly, but he thought he could hear footsteps around him, a brush of a wing or tail on his cheek. He couldn't tell what was his imagination or what was real.

He sank to the gravelly ground, shaken and frightened. He huddled his head behind his legs as he tried to shut out the tunnel around him.

Dream wouldn't find him here, he was in the middle of nowhere. What the fuck was he thinking? At least he was alive and well with Dream, whatever his intentions were, but here? Here he would starve or thirst to death, unless some creature got to him first. He was completely defenseless, his hands tied tightly behind him prevented him from being able to do anything.

George felt tears drop down his cheeks. He blinked them away in surprise. He wouldn't cry, if Dream found him he knew it would be the most embarrassing thing if he was crying and about to piss his pants. Not that he was. George could take a little darkness, he only needed to wait for help. For Dream.

Telling himself over and over that Dream was coming was the only thing grounding the brunette, as he focused on his thoughts completely.

Hours must have passed, before he suddenly heard footsteps, a muffled voice called out and George looked up.

"Hello?" He called out, hope flaring in his chest, he tried to scramble to his feet, but the shaky adrenaline he had been feeling caused him to slip and he scraped his face badly on the stone wall. He cried out, a torch light shined on the wall as a person made their way to George.