Reflections in the Mist

Chapter 3: 3rd Eye Landslide - I used to be a dreamer just like you

Chapter 3:

3rd Eye Landslide – I used to be a dreamer just like you

7th October 2008: I (Part 2)

We both sat in our futon beds as the two figures walked over. They were talking to each other as they came, both voices muffled, one because of the black balaclava and the other due to the samurai mask. They stopped at our feet and the one wearing black pointed to me and muttered something in Japanese. “What was that?” I asked Roo.

“He wants to know how your arm is now.” Came a reply, but not from Andrew. When I looked in the direction of the voice I could not see its source.

“Who said that?” Quizzed Roo before I got the chance to.

“I did, I am the Translator.” Answered the shadows. Looking and squinting hard as I might, I couldn’t see anyone there. “So, how is your arm now?”

“It’s ok I guess,” I replied while giving it a little rub. “Who are you anyway? And who are these two here?”

“I am the Translator, and these are the Warriors who saved you.”

“Saved us…”

A creature… it was huge, well, it was long. Was it a giant crocodile? No, it was more than that. Crocodiles didn’t usually rise up on their hind legs and use their front legs to attack, did they? And most certainly crocodiles didn’t live up a mountain. “…that wasn’t a crocodile.” I whispered.

“You are right, that was not a crocodile they saved you from, it was a…”

“Dragon?” Roo blurted. “Fuck, I kinda remember now!”

“Yeah, me too.” Dragon… wait, dragons were not real! “Why are we here?” I asked the shadows.

“You were brought here because you were hit by the 'dragon’s' tail in your arm. The two Warriors had to use gas pellets on you to knock you both out and avoid any further injury. If the dragon believes that you are dead, it will not attack you.”

“This does not make any sense. I still have no idea where we are, why we are here and who the hell are YOU!!” I shouted, my patience finally exhausted.

“You are in the Mist village, you are here because the Warriors had to knock you out with gas,” the reply was patient as if it was the first time it had been recalled, “if they did not the 'dragon' would have killed you. They brought you back to the village because they live here and so that they could tend to your wounds if you had any. I am the Translator.” I was more confused than ever. All I had to go on were scrambled flashbacks of memories and the words of this… this wraith-like Translator guy. Can’t trust him… her…? Grrr! The Translator’s voice, was unlike any voice I had heard before. It was as if the two genders were resonating together into one, I couldn’t work out if the androgynous result was male or female and it added to my frustration.

“This is too weird. I really don’t have any idea what has happened to us, and all this talk about dragons and Warriors and a Mist village! Come on!! What are you, a random Japanese TV presenter, are we on some stupid Japanese game show?!” My voice was beginning to rise, not out of anger, just pure frustration and utter disbelief. “And what time is it?I feel like I’ve been sleeping for ages.”

“I am the Translator…”

“I KNOW THAT!!” I shouted back at the genderless shadow. “I don’t even know who I’m shouting at!! Why are you hiding?!” And with that, the shadow voice left the gloom and walked forward. The black wall slowly spat out a hazy grey figure as the voice moved into view before stopping.