An unknown light.
For when the reality doesn't feel like reality and the shapes of fantasy start to thread within the real, as such weaving an eternal forum mainly of questions that have no answers…
From the looks of it, there was a missing event that I couldn't remember.
Huh?! Where am I?
I opened my eyes and again, I'm looking upwards─without a face to welcome me, and to a girl named Christine Clarent, I was saying, "Sorry, I couldn't protect you," as I could freshly remember.
It was a familiar sky that resembles a sky on a clear day, same as with the weather out when I'm still awake.
Relatively, I can't remember such an event unraveling to what I would be feeling now. An actual dizziness near from my excuse of going home─but rather so, I was indifferent, oblivious of what was going on.
I lifted my head high and attempted to stand then I saw a strange horror.
"Hey, hey, is this a lucid dream again? If anything else, this would be the funniest of them all," I was shocked in the suddenness, "Wait, or so, I could speak freely now? Inside my dreams?"
The indifference I was feigning off was really getting in my nerves, truly unnerving and I felt like wanting to kill myself off because of it.
But that statement was full of holes, and as far as I know, I was bathing in blood. My own blood─now blackened, and close to coagulation. At the centerpiece, at my point where my heart would be located, a relatively large sword, fully stuck. All I could was its handle─but it would no doubt, somewhat of a powerful item, as if something one would see in a game.
How come that I didn't feel it?
A sword?
Stuck in my chest?
Blood?
…Did I die?
My questions were all over the place and as I stood up, there was no pain. Nothing at all, as if I developed a cognitive inability to feel pain─but that much doesn't answer anything. At this point, I won't be conscious anymore.
And so, I am inside a dream right? There's no way a fictional event like this would be true, and out of many people, it had to strike me─foreshadowing that it's some kind of a curse.
Oh yeah, right. I remember asking for immortality and be tortured for all eternity─was this it?
Strange. I'm not feeling grave at the slightest, and all I could feel is that I'm consciously being indifferent. Which is weird. Completely and utterly weird.
In times that I'm feeling indifferent, right, this could be nothing more than one of my lucid dreams. There would be no other way.
Assessing the situation, there was a sword stuck in my chest. That much would be somehow weird, as my heart would be greatly damaged, all functions cease─no blood flow. But how is it that I'm still alive?
As I concluded that I would wake up anytime soon, I decided to play inside my dream for a little while. Since it would be the first time that I'm not in an auto-pilot mode. I held the handle of the sword and pulled it out, curious of what would happen if I did. Without any force, it came out loosely and there wasn't anything such as pain felt─I really did develop a rare case of cognitive curse.
"Right, if my heart had ceased, it would be right to assume that I've been zombified and have no way to feel pain," I muttered.
I touched my chest and wondered what happened, handling the sword to my right and realizing that I was in an unfamiliar place─contrary to what I said earlier.
A forest I haven't set foot before─as I've never been in a forest myself. The sun was striking down on an empty patch, where I stood in, and as I looked at my back, "Geh! So much blood…and it's mine. I wonder how I was killed…"
It was bright as the sun was striking the very surface of this world.
I smiled, the indifferent feeling was killing me and I waited there, in standstill. Waiting for me to wake up in that stagnant world.
But there wasn't anything happening. It's just that the wind was strong enough to make the tree leaves flutter. Well, even weak winds can do it─still the hissing sounds would be unnatural. That's why in conclusion, the winds were strong.
"I'm not waking up…"
So to remember, what happened to Christine?!
"Christine…"
My left hand involuntarily touches my chest and somehow, it felt like I was about to explode. Warmth enveloped in my cheeks, as to say that warmth was flowing down. Right, they were tears.
"Eh? Why am I crying? Seriously, what happened to me?! Wouldn't this be a dream? I'm tired of feeling this all the time so please, if someone is making me experience this damned lucid dreaming, I don't want it!"
That yell was outside of my bounds, grieving into the outburst of my lost part of memory─I was apologizing to Christine? What the hell happened to me?
I neither thought that something like this would happen but I know I'm supposed to go back. I need to wake up…fast.
I turned to a direction that I don't know of within this vast and thick forest, to find out why I am even here. Of course, talking to someone would be out of my options─as I was the only one there.
Left alone with a sword in hand and a cut in his chest. Lots of blood forming a puddle─I know I should realize that I was murdered but there wasn't any time for that.
For now, I started walking and I waved the sword in my hand, it caught my attention. I didn't notice that it was broken─without a blade, it wasn't a sword, only a handle without any significance, "Damn, why am I even holding onto this? It's a piece of scrap!"
That, and I threw it away─only to have it return in my hand later on, which induced my eyes to widen. Of course, no other reason for that shock.
I stopped walking and wondered. Soon after, my body turned hot when I wasn't supposed to feel like it. It was hot, irritatingly hot that my body glowed red.
I screamed, rolling on the flat ground filled with fallen leaves. It was mysterious, I wanted to do more than that but I can't─I want to kill myself but laughably, I know I can't.
I know it was unbelievable but what happened next shook me. It wasn't natural and believe me when I say I didn't like the idea.
Loads of blood suddenly started flying. Floating as they were atop me, I stopped rolling in conditions that I can't see when I'm rolling. Blood─all those poured unto the gaps of my chest, the one created by the broken sword.
Seeing that kind of event particularly made me shiver to the parts of my spine.
The utter surprise, rather than stopping right there continued, in fact, there wasn't any time to rest assured that it was a dream─everything, even though fantastical, felt real.
But rather, I was still indifferent.
The bladeless sword's handle in hand, the whitish glow of the remaining blade almost blinded me─saying in a figurative way. The destroyed sword and the fragments scattered from somewhere started creating a noise.
One by one came in front me as the sword floated, loosing free from my hand.
One by one, it was restored and a fine blade was reconstructed right within my sight─fantastical, I wouldn't even want to believe it, but how come that I'm not feeling the thrill of it?
Remembering that I used to be a maniac for fantasy novels, all I could do was stare at it and not feel the thrill. Seriously, for the nth time, what is happening to me?
I smiled, as I remembered something upon its restoration…
"Wait…perhaps, was I summoned to another world?"