The Universe Beyond Ours

Chapter 8 (Part 1)

     Within the lively confines of a bustling dragon cafe, a unique congregation of humans and majestic beasts coexist in a harmonious blend of relaxation and camaraderie. Seated at a table amidst this eclectic gathering, Felix assumes a posture of focused intent with a small book before him as he meticulously traces the lines of text with a probing finger. Engrossed in his studies, he recites incantations under his breath.

"Lutderum Vi Fodrum... Lutderum Vi... Fodrum..." Felix murmured. "Ignis... Ig... Ignis..."

     As Felix whispers by himself, the dragon behind him sleeping, he hears a call and looks to his left. He then sees Denis, Harris, Chloe, Philip, Meredith, and Presley returning. They reunite, and Philip thanks the dragon for guarding Felix. Then, the dragon bows and flies away, soaring to the sky alongside the sparrows.

"Okay, where are we heading next?" Denis asked, glancing at Philip.

Philip snatched the map from his back and unfolded it, checking the broad, wrinkly sheet. "How about we have a trip to the mountains? What do you say?" he suggested with a nonchalant smirk.

"Where's it?" Denis inquired.

Philip pointed at the map. "Right here... the Rocheux Mountains," Philip stated.

     As Denis and his companions finally arrive at the blimp station, where a grand spectacle unfolds before them. The station sprawls out like an expansive grassland, its intricate design unfurling to reveal a multitude of vibrant blimps that seem plucked from the realms of a steampunk fantasy. Despite its vastness, the station retains a sense of familiarity, reminiscent of the structures that dot Denis' own world. Will they truly be embarking on one of these fantastical flying vessels?

     As the sun begins its graceful descent, painting the landscape in hues of twilight, shadows lengthen and darkness creeps in, casting an enchanting veil over the surroundings. The beauty of the horizon, where the sun bids its daily farewell, captivates whoever looks. The encroaching dusk brings with it a coolness in the air as a gentle breeze tousles Denis' hair while he savours the refreshing chill.

     Denis, along with Harris, Chloe, Philip, Meredith, Presley, and Felix, step aboard a modest blimp, accompanied by a seasoned pilot. With a sense of anticipation mingled with trepidation, the blimp lifts off, ascending into the heavens, carrying its passengers towards the celestial expanse above. The initial disconnection from solid ground sends a flutter of unease through Denis' stomach, yet the sensation swiftly gives way to a strange acceptance as he acclimates to the airborne journey.

     As night unfolds its velvety cloak, the crescent moon ascends into the sky, bathing the world below in a soft, ethereal glow punctuated by the twinkling stars. Within the cosy confines of the blimp's gondola, Denis and his companions gather for a shared meal, and the comforting aroma of dinner fills the air. Denis indulges in a hearty serving of spaghetti adorned with beef meatballs, garlic bread, and a side of fresh green salad, relishing the satisfying blend of flavours and textures that soothe his hunger. Amidst the gentle hum of the blimp's engines and the camaraderie of the group, Denis finds solace in this moment of reprieve—a chance to rest, refuel, and bask in the wonder of the night sky as they journey onwards into the Rocheux Mountains.

Upon swallowing a chunk of his food, Denis turns to the side and gives Chloe a gentle nudge, capturing her attention. Hm, what could Denis be up to? Clearing his throat, Denis whispered, "Hey, Chloe. Thanks for saving me earlier. I really mean it."

"Oh, it's nothing. Just protecting ourselves," Chloe replied with a grin.

Harris then dismissed himself from the table and went to the upper deck where he could touch the cold breeze.

"Hey, you should follow Harris... and... at least talk to him," Presley whispered to Denis.

"Why?" Denis asked.

"It's because I realized that you two are not that close, and in this universe, friendships are important if you want to survive," Presley responded.

"Do I have to talk to him?" Denis was reluctant, shaking his head.

"Well, do you want to survive?" Presley questioned, inclining his head towards Denis.

Denis sighed and followed Harris to the upper deck. There, Denis attempted to talk with Harris. "Uhm... hey... Harris..." Denis waved, his sour face betraying his humility.

"Leave me alone," Harris scoffed.

Denis closed his eyes halfway through. What the hell was wrong with that guy? Nevertheless, Denis, determined, continued, "Oh, come on, pal!" His face kept wrinkling with frustration. "Maybe we can just... y'know? Talk?"

"Go talk to someone else," Harris sighed.

"You look like you need someone to talk with," Denis replied with a forced grin.

"Erm..." Harris remained silent. Trying to prompt Harris to speak, Denis poked Harris on the shoulder, and Harris lashed out. "Respect other people's boundaries!" he barked.

"Chill," Denis said, moving back.

"First, you are burdening me, my siblings, and our friends. And now you're bringing danger," Harris grumbled.

"Well, I'm sorry I'm transported into this dimension even if I didn't want to," Denis scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Why are you the one transported here anyway out of all the decent people??" Harris pondered aloud.

"Uh, first of all, I'm decent," Denis explained, crossing his arms. "Second, I got here because I got struck by lightning or whatever it was after I ran away from home!"

"Ha! You ran away from home?" Harris giggled, humiliating Denis. "What a baby!" he scoffed. "If only you're manly enough, I don't have to deal with such an annoying kid like you!"

"Excuse me??" Denis' brows furrowed in anger. "It's not easy for me to run away, but it's so dang easy for you to judge me for running away."

"Shut up," Harris replied, exasperated by Denis.

"Fine, I'll shut up, then. But you'll remain ignorant as you are because you don't wanna hear the truth," Denis smirked.