The daughter of Death

Chapter 20 - Lucid Dreaming in Hell.

Rina speaks.

I dare not open my eyes or move for a very long time. I didn't want to know where I was or where I were going. That was me for a long time. I just wanted to shut down, give up, self destruct. But then I could feel my mind spinning into a vortex the more I inhaled the air. It smelt weirdly smoothing, sweet but not sickly sweet, with a hint of a mix of spices. A part of me was worried that I was endangering myself in these fumes whilst the other encouraged me to bathe in this intoxicating air. I still wasn't sure about opening my eyes and seeing where I was. All I knew was that I was now alone, in the middle of nowhere, feeling like an empty shell. I hear something move, and echo but I wasn't sure if my brain acting up. I couldn't even confirm if I still existed.

My last memory was the fading of a blur of colours to darkness where I remained until now. There might have been a man with me but he seemed irrelevant.

Finally a soft voice disembodied spoke. "Its time to get up Rina. Time to get up." Was it calling me? Was I Rina? At that very moment all my senses kick started. My stiff legs begun to stretch out. Only then did I realise that it was sandy. Was I on a beach? My brain also started to function a little better. Thoughts like "Fuck, where has Thomas brought me to?" arrived and feelings of whether I should be super happy that he wasn't here or petrified because I had absolutely no clue as to where this place is also came. I was a cocktail or party of all sorts of thoughts and emotions. 

I looked up at the sky, with swirling clouds featuring dark greys, reds, blues, purples in the dark purple sky. It was an experience hard to explain. The pitch black flat terrain stretched far beyond the horizon and in the opposite direction were black mountains and mysterious light that shone beyond them. There was hardly any vegetation, just a few dark The mountains, I noticed was the mountains seemed to shine in the dying light, reflecting the last rays of light. I could have sworn they look like clusters of enormous crystals. A crystal mountain. My brain was telling me I really was going nuts. Some how vision double and tripled and made me wonder if I was stuck a  dream like state. A lucid psychedelic dream.

I nearly toppled over and stuck my arm out, penetrating the soft pitch black sand. The fine sand fell through my fingers and  I noticed as my eyes adjusted to the darkness that I was on an edge of a plantation that grew tall plants like corn, rows and rows of them. Was it demon corn? The plants weren't brightly colour either, quite dark. That's why I probably didn't see them in the first place. There was something about them that drew me close to them. I quickly realised it was these tall plants that giving off pleasurable odours. I begun to feel lightheaded as I approached them. There soft humming and what sounded like a guitar playing. 

The guitar playing stopped abruptly.

"You're playing it too fast! Add some feel to it."

"Sorry."

"Sheesh. Even a one these plants could play better than you. Play it again."

The player strummed  more slowly this time.

The tall plants rustled as I pushed pass them. The playing quickly stopped. I heard some fearful whispers.

"Who's there?" A voice cried out. 

Frightened as the voice was. I stood very still, hoping that they would return to their business. Some plants rustled in front of me. My instant reaction, a poor one I must admit was to drop to the ground and curl up into a ball, trembling.

"Sheesh... what's this kid doing here? Hey Mark! Get over here."

"This is private property, get lost." The voice hissed. "Hmm she's not one of us. She feels a bit like"