Guilty Escape

Words of an Uncle

I slowly opened my eyes, thinking I was going to wake in my bed. But I didn't.

I was floating in complete darkness, nothing surrounding me, and nothing in the distance. The area was completely empty.

No.

I thought, and I realized that my thoughts were transmitted around me like speakers that echoed.

It's not empty…. It's dead. This is Zane's mind.

I blinked and I was suddenly at a monastery. The sun glowed in the distance and I realized it was sunset.

"Frost. Frost, my nephew. I wished I would see you, but not like this."

I gasped and whirled around to see a tall man, no more than 18 standing behind me. His blonde hair was pulled up right, and he wore a white t-shirt and jeans with silver boots. I saw his eyes and knew it was Zane. I gave a shaky breath.

"U-Uncle…? I-Is that y-you…?"

Zane smiled and gave a nod. Without thinking I ran forward and wrapped my arms around his torso. He stared at me with surprise before hugging back.

"I-I never thought I w-would…." I started but couldn't finish.

He grabbed my shoulders firmly, and stared into my eyes with serious ones.

"Frost. The sword I gave you is more than just a sword. It is very special. That blade alone, along with the blade Guilt foolishly gave you, are the only things that can end my life truly. I'm not dead… but a plain essence in the very depths of my mind. I'm surprised I have not gone mad yet, for I am the only thing in my mind at all, besides Guilt's darkness. The only reason I have hung onto my sanity is for you, Frost. Please. You… cannot… fail." He paused to make it sound sterner. "You have to stop Guilt."

"I have a question for you…." I saw Zane crook his head. "You said that you were the only thing in your mind, yet, here we are, in the sunset at a monastery."

"Ah. We are not in my mind." He said, and a caw came through the air. A falcon, the same one mom and dad told me about flew around Zane's head and landed on his outstretched arm. "We are inyours. You should not be so quick to assume you location. Else you could fall for an illusion."

"But I've never seen this place."

"No, but our mind are linked, and you have access to my memories."

"But if our minds are linked cant Guilt get into mine?" I asked, somewhat tense. Zane shook his head.

"No. Or at least he shouldn't be able to."

"Oh… one more thing, you said that Guilt was foolish enough to give me Guilty Blade…" Zane nodded once more. "What if he intended to give it to me…?"

Zane blinked twice, his mouth open slightly. "You are smart to question that, Frost Garmadon." He said as he glanced to his falcon. He lightly slapped my shoulder with his free hand. "You are smart for your age."

I groaned. "As everyone says…" I whispered under my breath.

Zane must've heard, because he gave a short laugh, but broke it quickly. He glanced behind him quickly and seriously then glared into my eyes.

"I am sorry I have to break our reunion so rudely, but daylight is coming, and May 9th is the day Guilt is at his strongest. I apologize all we got to talk about was Guilt and his plots. Maybe we will catch up some other time."

I small nod and looked to my feet. When I looked up, my uncle had vanished from my mind, and I felt alone. I gave a shaky sigh as everything that just happened sank in. I closed my eyes and stood still.

I opened them again. I was in my room, wide-awake. I bit my lip and turned my head to the corner of my bed.

I stared at the two swords with pure wonder and confusion.