Sweet Dreams

Chapter Six: A Wolvish Tragedy

So much had happened in such a short span of time. Some pretty guy with a mask supposedly saved me from Candy, and there were six of her. Then he dropped me off at this girl's house and disappeared. Literally. Then she showed up, displaying an uncomfortable amount of affection towards me, and told me that I apparently had powers and stuff? Oh, and everybody's dead I guess, that's nice. Then she chased me into a hole, and now I'm falling to my death.

All these thoughts lead me to one question: What the hell is going on? Well okay, maybe more than one question. There's also the question of where Luna is, what Cherry meant when she said I was lying, why Cherry was so off her rocker, what the hell Fudge's nonsense that he spews is all about... the list goes on. However, I had no time to think of this, because I was kinda falling down a hole.

Falling must be one of the strangest and most terrifying experiences I've ever encountered. Especially when it appears that you're falling in what must be a void. No walls, no bottom, and suddenly, no top, either. It feels like you're going so fast, too fast, yet it's like everything is in slow motion at the same time. If you're falling from somewhere very high, like I was, then it soon becomes a matter of "when will I impact the ground?" The longer it takes for it to happen, the more you start to panic, and the more painful you realize it will be.

At least, this was my case. My breathing quickened as I started to realize that nothing could help me, nothing and nobody. Every thought I had, every word I spoke would be my last. I flailed as if that could help me float or something, anything to keep me from impacting the ground. Nothing worked. I became frantic. And yet, I only kept going down, down. Low and lower. When would it end?

Perhaps a large cushion could soften the blow. Yes, that would be nice. Just a big, soft cushion. By big I mean huge, it'd have to handle a pretty rough landing. Tears flew up from my face and I curled myself up into a ball midair. I wished with all my heart that it would be there at the end, for all I could do then was wishing.

Finally it happened, and my eyes opened with a jolt. I landed right onto the cushion I wished for. Picking myself up, I gasped. It was either a miracle, or what Cherry said was true. I had powers.

I had powers.

And with those powers came the responsibility of saving the Dream World. My heavy breathing became clear in the dank cave which I landed in. There was little to no light. The only source was the pit which I fell from, and as it was dark outside, it only emitted the pale light of the moon. It was colder and crisper down here. I clutched my arms and stepped off of the cushion, which disappeared with a flash as I did. I stared at where it once was with awe.

Cold words crept out of my lips. "Where am I?" I wondered out loud. I stopped staring at the ground where the cushion had once been, and gazed at the inside of the cave. It was silent. Every move I made and every word I spoke echoed around it's cold, hard walls. It astonished me that I was still in the Dream World. I had never seen so much darkness here before.

I took a few more steps before hearing a scampering sound and freezing up. The scattering noises bounced around the inside of the cave walls. I straightened myself up, holding up two unconvincing, clammy and shaking fists. "Who are you?" I asked, sounding much more defiant than I felt. No response. "Answer me!" I demanded. My voice started to falter.

My voice slowly faded out, echoing inside the cave. There was only a moment of silence after it finally ended before two voices spoke, both sounding very similar, though one might have been just slightly deeper. "I suppose we should ask the same of you." They said.

"I..." I started to tremble more, wondering if I should reveal my identity. Perhaps they've heard of me before and are trying to kill me. I didn't want to take any chances. "I asked you first!"