The Four Dimensions of Corey Emerson

Gare of Four

            The manner of how I had woken up felt similar to a soldier who had been woken up in the trenches during a world war. The sounds were of the heat of battle, but the trees around me were singing lullabies, cooing me back to a slumber. The first thought that came to my head was Emerson. Not of the burn he had given me or the fire in his eyes; it was where he was resting his head, nearly welcoming death. I sat up almost immediately after opening my eyes, and I crawled out of the woods which no longer resembled the neon heaven they presented themselves last night, I peered into the large clearing, only seeing smoke and whizzes of Magic from the large mountain, far off. The triage was farther enough away from the heat of it all, that I knew it would be a safe place to run to, but I was confused as to why there were shouts and fighting on Lunus Magnus.

            I jogged to the triage and as I got closer and closer, I saw no one there but Winter but a couple of his nymphs who were tending to weird horned lizard-like creatures and some wolves that I guessed Syve and Felix and them found when they broke me out of that Vampirian prison.

            Before I found Emerson, I found Elwyn in heated conversation with Winter. The werewolf was frantically yelling in some foreign tongue, rolling ‘r’s and gurgles in the back of their throats. I didn’t know whose name to call out first, so thankfully Winter and Elwyn turned to see me at the same time.

            They both rushed to me, Elwyn reached me first and pulled me out of the triage, to the clearing, farther away from Lunus Magnus.

            “Where have you been?!” Winter shrieked, but before I could say anything, Elwyn already started explaining what was going on in Lunus Magnus. I heard him mention the women, but Winter cut off Elwyn in return and they were both arguing with each other, in the heat of everything. This was not the way I wanted to start off my morning…

            “Shut UP!” I screamed at the both of them, but my voice was no match to the volume of the cries and death coming from the mountain. Speaking of which, I glanced back at it, squinting, as if that were to enhance my vision. I was hyperventilating and felt stressed just from simply looking at Elwyn and Winter’s faces. “What is going ON?!” I demanded. I could smell death and hunger on my breath.

            Winter was about to speak, but moved to the side to let Elwyn take the floor. I could tell that he was extremely tired from being in that prison, but he was agitated enough to stay awake. I felt the same. “So,” he began, shoving his hands almost directly in my face. The backs of the limbs were so dark and hairy, it looked as if he were already in mid-wolf transformation. I tried not to focus on them, but his voice. “Alice, something happened last night-!”

            “Yeah, I got that much!”

            “-And I think Syve went off to go face the Doppelgangers; they’re leading this whole thing! I don’t know why she went alone, or at all, but whatever she did caused a fight to break out on their side of the hill. The rest of the cat women heard it first and woke everyone else up! Late last night… Sigurd… I don’t know… it was so late, last night… I don’t even know how long we’ve been fighting…”

            I pointed at Elwyn, remembering his… past couple months or however long he was in there… “You’re not fighting, are you?”

            Elwyn scoffed, “no of course not! I’m helping Winter and his healers help some special friends… a lot happened in the few hours that you slept.”

            “How so? What happened?” I turned around again to stare at the battle of blood raging practically right behind us; I felt like a monster, just casually having a conversation while those mothers and children I saw embracing each other while falling asleep the night before were fighting for another night like that.