Curious Dreams
Mar 22, 2016 15:54:19 GMT -5
Post by Jared Sandeye on Mar 22, 2016 15:54:19 GMT -5
“A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality.” – John Lennon.
“Jared…Jared, wake up.”
Jared held back before opening his eyes, trying to comprehend what was occurring around him and stirring in his bed timidly. Did he…just suddenly hear a voice? Was said voice asking that he wake up? Something about it seemed familiar. Perhaps…
“Dad?”
Jared’s eyes shot open. Sitting coolly on the windowsill, under the golden reflective sunlight, one leg lazily dangling off the side, and a bright smile on his face, was Dane Sandeye.
His boy sat up straight in bed, wiping the sleep from his eyes. Dane appeared so real, yet there was something ethereal about him as well, an aura of warmth and an air of deep love.
“What are you doing here, Dad?” Jared asked, moving out of bed. He opened a drawer in his bedside table to retrieve a shirt. “I’m dreaming, aren’t I?”
Dane too hopped down from the windowsill, landing noiselessly on his feet on the ground. “Perhaps you are dreaming; perhaps not. That’s up to you, Jared. Be that as it may, it’s not without reason: I’m here because there’s something you need to know. A message that your brother wanted me to deliver to you.”
Jared stretched his arms and yawned softly after slipping his shirt over his bare torso. He practically fell lovingly into his father’s arms, who reached up a paw to stroke his hair. Jared cherished the short moment before pulling away. “Dad, what gives? It’s still the afternoon. Couldn't this have waited until tonight?”
Dane held his child tenderly by the shoulders as he looked him in the eyes. “Like I said, I’ve got a message for you.”
“If it’s Ed’s message, why couldn’t he come tell me himself?”
Dane was making for the bedroom door, again swinging it open without even the most minor of sounds. “He has his reasons; no point in arguing, Jared. Come on, we’ll talk outside. Don’t worry about Maddie, she’ll be all right. She can neither see nor hear us.”
Jared, sensing no other alternative but to some degree defensive, followed his father out into the hallway. “All right, what’s this about?”
Dane climbed up to another windowsill, a little above the floor where they could have some privacy. Looking down, he beckoned Jared to join him. The young squirrel did so without hesitation. Father and son hung their legs over the side, and Jared laid his tired head on the former’s shoulder.
“Jared, odd things have been happening. You’re aware of the coming of the Long Patrol, yes?”
“I know all about that.” Jared answered truthfully.
“And the advancing vermin hordes on the Abbey?”
“All accounted for and made known. The whole Abbey knows.”
Dane put his arm over his youngster's shoulder, planting a light ghostly kiss on his left temple. “Let me tell you something: whatever’s going on, it isn’t natural. The Long Patrol, the Vermin; they’re not here because they want to be, but on the grounds that they need to be. Something’s motivating them. Also, I think it’s most imperative that…you know who’s with them. Somebeast you and your sister know perfectly – somebeast who is seeking both of you from across the sea.”
Jared jarred awake again, a sharp intake of breath escaping him. Dane’s eyes were all of a sudden turned greatly serious. There was no need for an exchange of words between the two again: they both knew full well what the conversation was pointing towards.
“He’ll be coming for you,” Dane continued. “You must be ready when he does. Already, he’s making his way here from the Eastern Sea. Ed’s been watching his movements. He’s been to Maraul, without any luck finding you and your sister there. So his last resort is Redwall Abbey.”
Jared shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “That…doesn’t make any sense at all!”
“What doesn’t, my son?”
“Maddie and I, we haven’t seen him for…well, years! Now he decides to hunt us again? And Ed couldn’t come and tell me himself?” Jared removed the arm draped over his back and stood up carefully on the windowsill. “He’s my brother, Dad! If there’s anyone I trust more than anybeast else, it’s him! Why send you? What’s with him not telling it to me straight from his own mouth?”
“Jared, I understand you’re angry, but don’t blame me.” Dane calmly jumped to his feet as well. “You know Edoran better than the rest of us. He’s got his reasons; some things are just better kept secret. You have to remember, to recall, he’s done things like this before. It’s only natural.”
“'Only natural'? What’s that supposed to mean?”
His voice was cut off by the sounds of pawsteps on the stairs behind them. Dane looked over his shoulder and saw the figure of an indiscernible creature descending the long staircase. He turned his gaze back on Jared. “That’s my exit.” And without warning or conclusion, he disappeared in a short burst of white light.
Jared tried grasping at the empty space where his father had been standing, but with no success. “Wait, Dad! Where’d you go? You haven’t told me everything! Where’s Ed?”
Too late. Dane was gone. The figure had caught up to him, their interest no doubt piqued by hearing the Sandeye boy talking to himself, or with whom he had possibly been speaking.
“Jared?”
“Jared…Jared, wake up.”
Jared held back before opening his eyes, trying to comprehend what was occurring around him and stirring in his bed timidly. Did he…just suddenly hear a voice? Was said voice asking that he wake up? Something about it seemed familiar. Perhaps…
“Dad?”
Jared’s eyes shot open. Sitting coolly on the windowsill, under the golden reflective sunlight, one leg lazily dangling off the side, and a bright smile on his face, was Dane Sandeye.
His boy sat up straight in bed, wiping the sleep from his eyes. Dane appeared so real, yet there was something ethereal about him as well, an aura of warmth and an air of deep love.
“What are you doing here, Dad?” Jared asked, moving out of bed. He opened a drawer in his bedside table to retrieve a shirt. “I’m dreaming, aren’t I?”
Dane too hopped down from the windowsill, landing noiselessly on his feet on the ground. “Perhaps you are dreaming; perhaps not. That’s up to you, Jared. Be that as it may, it’s not without reason: I’m here because there’s something you need to know. A message that your brother wanted me to deliver to you.”
Jared stretched his arms and yawned softly after slipping his shirt over his bare torso. He practically fell lovingly into his father’s arms, who reached up a paw to stroke his hair. Jared cherished the short moment before pulling away. “Dad, what gives? It’s still the afternoon. Couldn't this have waited until tonight?”
Dane held his child tenderly by the shoulders as he looked him in the eyes. “Like I said, I’ve got a message for you.”
“If it’s Ed’s message, why couldn’t he come tell me himself?”
Dane was making for the bedroom door, again swinging it open without even the most minor of sounds. “He has his reasons; no point in arguing, Jared. Come on, we’ll talk outside. Don’t worry about Maddie, she’ll be all right. She can neither see nor hear us.”
Jared, sensing no other alternative but to some degree defensive, followed his father out into the hallway. “All right, what’s this about?”
Dane climbed up to another windowsill, a little above the floor where they could have some privacy. Looking down, he beckoned Jared to join him. The young squirrel did so without hesitation. Father and son hung their legs over the side, and Jared laid his tired head on the former’s shoulder.
“Jared, odd things have been happening. You’re aware of the coming of the Long Patrol, yes?”
“I know all about that.” Jared answered truthfully.
“And the advancing vermin hordes on the Abbey?”
“All accounted for and made known. The whole Abbey knows.”
Dane put his arm over his youngster's shoulder, planting a light ghostly kiss on his left temple. “Let me tell you something: whatever’s going on, it isn’t natural. The Long Patrol, the Vermin; they’re not here because they want to be, but on the grounds that they need to be. Something’s motivating them. Also, I think it’s most imperative that…you know who’s with them. Somebeast you and your sister know perfectly – somebeast who is seeking both of you from across the sea.”
Jared jarred awake again, a sharp intake of breath escaping him. Dane’s eyes were all of a sudden turned greatly serious. There was no need for an exchange of words between the two again: they both knew full well what the conversation was pointing towards.
“He’ll be coming for you,” Dane continued. “You must be ready when he does. Already, he’s making his way here from the Eastern Sea. Ed’s been watching his movements. He’s been to Maraul, without any luck finding you and your sister there. So his last resort is Redwall Abbey.”
Jared shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “That…doesn’t make any sense at all!”
“What doesn’t, my son?”
“Maddie and I, we haven’t seen him for…well, years! Now he decides to hunt us again? And Ed couldn’t come and tell me himself?” Jared removed the arm draped over his back and stood up carefully on the windowsill. “He’s my brother, Dad! If there’s anyone I trust more than anybeast else, it’s him! Why send you? What’s with him not telling it to me straight from his own mouth?”
“Jared, I understand you’re angry, but don’t blame me.” Dane calmly jumped to his feet as well. “You know Edoran better than the rest of us. He’s got his reasons; some things are just better kept secret. You have to remember, to recall, he’s done things like this before. It’s only natural.”
“'Only natural'? What’s that supposed to mean?”
His voice was cut off by the sounds of pawsteps on the stairs behind them. Dane looked over his shoulder and saw the figure of an indiscernible creature descending the long staircase. He turned his gaze back on Jared. “That’s my exit.” And without warning or conclusion, he disappeared in a short burst of white light.
Jared tried grasping at the empty space where his father had been standing, but with no success. “Wait, Dad! Where’d you go? You haven’t told me everything! Where’s Ed?”
Too late. Dane was gone. The figure had caught up to him, their interest no doubt piqued by hearing the Sandeye boy talking to himself, or with whom he had possibly been speaking.
“Jared?”
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