Shadowsite Chronicles - Awakenings: Book I
Mike Deregowski
Paperback
(Dream Write Publishing Ltd., Aug. 27, 2014)
Every night it's the same dream. I am floating above a room where a ghostly figure is sitting at a table reading an encyclopedia looking book. As I glance at the pages, the language is foreign, but almost looks like Egyptian hieroglyphics. As I watch this figure curiously, the door on the far side of the room swings open. A round furry, fairy looking thing, comes flying into the room in a panic. "Doctor, I had the dream again," it says, panicked. "Which one are you referring to now, Pix? I have lost track of all your reoccurring dreams," the ghostly figure responds, half- listening. "The one where I am in the Everlife Forest! I am walking nonchalantly down a path, just enjoying the sites. When suddenly, the ground starts to shake! I try to take off and fly away, but I can barely keep my footing because of all the rumbling so I can't take off. Just as quickly as it begins, the quake stops. I look around and don't notice any changes, so I lift off and continue on, hovering above ground, down the path I was going. Suddenly, there is a loud BANG and I look behind me. Where I was, not just a minute ago, there is a giant hole with smoke coming out of it! The smoke begins moving closer to me and I turn around and continue flying forward as fast as I can! Every time I look behind me, the smoke seems to be gaining and gaining. I decide to try and fly upwards, to let the smoke pass me, but it follows me up. As I look behind again, I see glowing red eyes in the smoke." The ghostly figure looks up at this point. "The smoke has red eyes?" asked the figure, concerned. "And this was happening in the Everlife Forest?" "Yes!" the furry ball exclaimed. "But that's not all! I kept flying higher and higher when, to my surprise, I was smacked hard out of the air! I kept falling down, back towards the forest, into a giant pit, created by the smoke! As I am falling, I look up and see that the smoke's eyes are following me down. And then it speaks to me, in the most frightening deep voice I have ever heard." "The smoke speaks to you?" asks the ghostly figure, frantically searching through his books. "What does it say, Pix? What does the smoke say?" The furry ball looks in fear at the ghostly figure. "I'm back!" Then I wake up.