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I took a sick day from school. The teachers already knew that I often had to leave class for whatever reason, and they accepted that I had been getting sick and sicker. I think some were ready to suggest that I took one anyway. This was good. But they were also worried, and I think that day they were going to tell the higher-ups. This was bad. They would not so readily accept my ill excuses, especially when they found I was perfectly healthy. And this was why I needed to make one last hurrah attempt to penetrate as deep as I could into the rest of the complex before I was put under watch.
I was halfway into the boys’ lavatory when I heard a buzz and the unlocking of a heavy door behind me. I watched through the crack of the bathroom door as a high-class person stepped through the door that was always locked. He paused in the hallway intersection, looked to his left in the direction of my room, then went straight ahead through the door into the school. I wast
Resurgence | .
The first thing you need to know is that this dream was the final culmination of a number of previous dreams. Several times prior, I had short dreams all set in the same confined area, and they picked up pretty much right where the last left off, albeit not necessarily on consecutive nights. I often didn’t remember when I woke up, but once I went back into this particular dreamscape, all that had previously transpired temporarily came back. It wasn’t until this grand finale dream, though, that I was able to recall the series of short adventures that led up to it after waking up. I don’t recall, however, exactly how many there were or exactly what happened in each one. In fact, I’d bet that one or two of them were entirely uneventful. So, let me begin with a description of the place in which I was confined, and what events brought me to the prospect of escape.
Call it a twisted version of District 13. Stark, sterile hal
The Last Letter | Terra IncognitaCatherine screamed. She stumbled forward and spun, hand lashing out to smack away the figure behind her. But before her hand could make contact, the ghost faded away like mist in the breeze. At the same time, her scream jolted me out of my petrified state and I snapped into action. While Catherine tripped over herself and tipped backward, I lurched forward to catch her fall. I held her steady while she breathed short, rapid gasps.
“D–d–did you s–see . . . ?” she said hoarsely.
“The ghost. Yes.”
“It–it spoke . . .” she trailed off, shaken.
“Catherine.” I held her wrists and looked at her pale face. “What did she say to you?”
“Sh–she whispered in my ear . . .” Her eyes gazed through me, unfocused and distant.
“Tell me what she said,” I insisted, trying to keep a level tone.
“‘My legacy; the treasure box.’ What does it mean?” She refocused on me
The Last Letter | Terra Firma“Do either of you know where we are?” asked Catherine. She stopped walking and looked at Andrew and me expectantly. We had made the assumption that the sea had taken us before dumping us back on land, so we decided to travel with land to our right. We had not covered much distance because of the darkness and the uneven terrain, yet it was still worrisome being on unfamiliar ground.
“No, I don’t recognize this area of the coast at all,” I said. “It’s mostly cliffs closer to town. I’ve never been to a place where the land slopes into the ocean instead of falling vertically into it.”
She looked hopefully at Andrew, but he replied, “I am as lost as you are.”
“I suppose that we will just have to keep going until we come across land that we know. Come on,” I said, taking the lead.
Together we trudged onward, making slow progress. Never before had I felt so beaten in my life, but I kept going. I forced my burning mu