Witches Moon - Kerry

Dreams - Nov 10th, 2014

The moonlight glimmers on the water of Georgian bay. I stare out at the little waves in the light of the fading full moon from the warmth of the fire I’ve built using scraps of dried driftwood. It burns fast but it keeps me warm.

The air is crisp, even in my thick cloak. I consider using a spell to keep warm, but I don’t want to use Etheria unnecessarily, especially since it was so thin here. I wasn’t sure why, but the currents had faded as I got closer to the Hudson Bay. I have not experienced this thinning in the Etheria before. It puzzles me.

I am sitting alone by the fire, Finnigan is out looking for bats. I don’t blame him. It can get pretty cramped in the cloth bag while flying for so many hours.

The waves are like a hypnotic light pulsing before me. They entice me towards them, away from the heat. Before I know it, I am standing, barefoot at the water's edge. This is not the swimming season. The ground is already coated in a thick layer of snow and the lake's edges are crusted with ice. The water is freezing on my bare toes, I cringe.

But the waves call me towards them. As if in a dream, I step further into the water, the edges of my cloak trailing on its surface like a blanket. I don’t blink as I watch the waves lap my ankles. I continue forward.

Suddenly the ground falls and I plunge into the icy depths of the bay. The cold water envelopes me and I stare up at the almost full moon, feeling the drag of my cloak around me.

I think I’m sinking.

I stare at the moon.

The water around me is glowing. A bright assortment of colours like neon blue, green and pink. I’ve only seen the like when the Aurora shines in the sky.

The light is everywhere, but then, as if the plug has been pulled on the bay, the light and the water around me sinks in a spinning whirlpool, dragging me down.

“No! I can’t!” I say, bubbles streaming from my mouth, but, I can hear my voice. And I can breath. What??

The whirlpool pulls on me, deeper and deeper. The moon is shrinking.

Smaller and smaller.

I’m so cold.

“Don’t let them steal it. You must protect the Etheria. Please!”

I hear a faint voice and I look around wildly for it's source, but it is nowhere.

“Who said that?” I ask.

There is no answer.

I’m sinking. I close my eyes.

Suddenly I gasp. I’m on the shore, lying by the fire on the cold rocks beneath my thick dry cloak. The fire pops as the last bit of log splits, losing its blaze and turning to charcoal.

My breath is heavy and mists before my eyes. So cold!

I sit up, looking for more wood to add to the fire. I need to warm up. I still feel the chill from the water. It’s strange, but I’m not wet.

A shadow approaches me from the tree line, a limp bat in its jaws. “Finnigan!” I call as he sits next to me, dropping the bat in front of the fire.

“Are you ok? You seem startled.”

I hesitate in my response, looking into the fire and collecting my thoughts.

“I think I had a dream. It was… strange.”

“Dreams have a tendency to confuse the waking mind. Or so I’ve read.”

“Yes, they do.”

“Will you tell me your dream?” He asks.

I nod. I tell him the dream and return to staring at the fire. I can’t seem to get warm.

“Hmm, peculiar. Was the voice masculine or feminine?”

“It was both… and neither. I don’t know if it was even human!”

“Well, it seems then that our moon is trying to tell us something. If its light is the source of the hypnosis, then perhaps there is a threat coming for the Etheria. We must be careful. Wouldn’t you say?”

I agree. Finn has a way of being logical about these sorts of things.

“In the meantime, please roast my bat for me. I want to eat it hot tonight.”

I eye him for being picky and proceed to skewer his bat over the fire. Cats, so demanding.

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