“Wake up, boy. Wake up and see what trouble you have stirred up. Awake and see the snare your foot has been caught in.” whispered a soothing voice above Gavin, hidden by a swirling grey fog which felt heavy and sleepy, but yet it energized Gavin more than any caffeine injection could. He squinted his eyes and tried to blindly move his way through the swirling atmosphere in order for him to calm the feeling of being vulnerable. Within such a hazy fog he couldn’t see five feet away from his feet, slowing his pace to a nail biting rate. His mind started to question whether this was real or not and if it was real, how worried should he be due to the fact that he was alone in a strange fog, with a voice that seemed to speak from everywhere. A shiver shot up his spine when his train of thought switched gears and started to question if this was a dream. Dread took over his body. Never again did he want to witness the gore from his last encounter.
“What foolishness are you conjuring up within that skull of yours? Why do you insist on staying asleep?” the voice cooed from all directions. Gavin spun around and franticly searched deep in the fog. A feeling of both anticipation and nervousness crept out from the back of his thoughts. Oddly, the voice didn’t sound threatening or harmful but quite the opposite; it was filled with tranquilizing warmth that came with age and knowledge. But it also had sharpness to it, almost as if who ever spoke was about to retort for a silly question someone like Gavin would ask.
“Where are you?” he shouted. His voice echoed across the expanse before him which made him feel like no one was actually with him.
“You will learn soon enough, boy.”
A bright light suddenly pierced Gavin’s vision as the fog suddenly swirled around him, faster and faster until he felt like he was in a middle of a tornado. His legs buckled from the wind pressure and he fell face first onto the ground. Expecting it to be a hard landing, Gavin reached out with his hands and struggled from keeping his face colliding with the floor. Both his hands and his face collided with soft cool grass that had droplets of due hanging from the shoots. Surprised, he opened his eyes and green filled his vision. The grass was probably the healthiest shade of green he had ever seen something grow from the ground. All ten of his fingers started to grab and grope, digging into the earth and slightly pulling the grass to see if it was even possible for him to experience such a feeling within a dream.
“Yes the ground is real, so stop poking your fingers into the dirt. It was about time you awoke.” the voice said a few feet in front of him. Willing his head to swivel up, he slowly looked further and further in front of him until he finally saw the thing which talked him out of the grey fog. What stood a few paces up the vibrant hill made him stop and ponder if what he was seeing was actually real, and if he still had a grip on his sanity. What loomed over him appeared to be...