The Four Dimensions of Corey Emerson

Epilogue- Corey Emerson

         I had woken up in the midst of battle. A hungry demon was trying to cut off my leg. I took care of him. I looked around what appeared to be a triage and saw that not a single soul was around me, but I heard screams and cries. I hobbled out of the traige and up Lunus Magnus, the large hill, where the noise was originating. War was waging all around me and I was just simply walking through it in nothing but a pair of now-soggy boots and a cloth robe, dirt everywhere.

        No one paid attention to me as I hobbled through the blood and magic soaked into the ground at my feet. I finally reached Gare of Four's throne at the other end of the battle field, but he wasn't there and neither were the Forbidden Souls. Right behind Gare's throne, though, was a large black hole. It was a portal, but surely you couldn't have remembered what those do... I held my breath and jumped in.

        Coming out on the other side, I landed in the same place on Earth when I first entered the Dimensions: my classroom. But now, I was fully clothed in comfortable sneakers, jeans, and a tee-shirt; normal clothes. I scanned my classroom immediately and saw Bran and a cat-woman staring at me. Bran looked as if he had murdered somebody. As I took a closer observation of the classroom, I knew this to be true. My dearest friend was torn to pieces on my desk, the devil himself was in ashes on my linoleum, and the child I was supposed to protect was lying next to him, covered in dirt and blood. There was a smile on your face but it brought me no comfort.

        "She's not dead!" The cat-woman piped up. I turned to Bran and understood immediately. You had fallen back into those Unseen Shadows. The place where you must retreat from on your own. Your Dream World.

        I fell to my knees and began to shake you violently, but you did not wake. I knew it was only a matter of time before you would start to teleport around the Dimensions- this was even more dangerous because you weren't even in the Dimensions, yet, and I knew you would practically blow up, with just your subconscious Running. I frowned to Bran. I wanted to kill him and he knew this. How dare he let this happen. Nonetheless he and the cat woman helped me Run you back to the Dimensions. I had Edgar Allan Poe's heart tucked in my pocket. No one needed to know about him.

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        Back in the Dimensions, war stopped every which way as I brought the lifeless Sigurd straight through the middle of the fray. The remaining soldiers that belonged to Two and Three followed in my wake whilst those of the Darkness cowered back to the other side of Lunus Magnus and back to their own Dimensions. 

        Claudius Skape took one look at me and almost killed me, but when he saw the body of Alice Gilderoy Trevor he softened, placing a hand on my shoulder. I laid you on one of the beds in the triage.

        The next thing we all did was hold hands and pray. We prayed to the Almighty Sigurd that you be returned. I led the prayer, but there was so much more I wanted to say that I couldn't put into words. I had let you down. I had let your father down. You trusted me and I failed you.

        Alice, if you ever return to this world, and you read this letter, come find me. I placed this paper in your right pocket. Please come find me. I will be in the one place where I must pay my respects. I have amends to make and actions to pay for.

        When you wake up... Find me and I will keep you safe. I promise.