I feel as if I've just woken up from a long dream. Was that all our journey in the dungeon had been? But what bugs me even more is the question of if I had dared to dream of freedom, or worse of abandoning my master? But then again, it was a nightmare after all. Anything could happen when the mind is frightened. The last thing I recalled Morgin was saying something. I was with him and we were.. escaping. It must have been a dream. I just need to continue my usual slave work.
I look up to see a clear, blue sky instead of a ceiling. I'm lying in a grassy field. One I've never seen before. Colors I haven't seen in who knows how long are all over. This isn't Quishan. Is it another dream? I wouldn't be surprised. The sun shines bright in this place and birds flutter freely above me. I still have my chains on though. My hand grasps a flower lying next to me. It's pure white petals are perfect, and I want to get a closer look at it. It's lovely. Hundreds of them spread out and off in the direction of mountains. I don't know where I've wished myself off to, but I'm far from home. Or should I say that I'm far from my cage? Because I've been away from home for so long I can barely remember it now. I was a child then. But here I am, eighteen and still dreaming of escape. I guess I always told myself I'd given up on it and never really did.
Not far next to me a boy lies in the grass. I recognize him. 'His' so called "Magi". I'm not sure what this dream means, if it even is a dream. But the boy is unconscious on the ground. He looks peaceful, like one would when they're laid in their tomb. I approach him, 'Is he okay?' I touch his forehead. He seems fine, but he feels very real. 'I don't think this is a dream.' I'm right. This isn't something I'd dream of, because I'm still trapped. I still can't let go of these chains. "Where are we?" I finally speak. But of course, he doesn't answer. In fact, no one does.
'Wait. Where's Morgin?' I glance around me. Spinning in circles as I search desperately for him. 'No, no, no! He has to be here! He wouldn't leave me alone.. He can't leave me alone!' But he's not there. Only this boy, who I'm not sure if I can trust yet. At least, maybe he can help me find him. I shake the boy's shoulders, but he doesn't wake. "Someone help! He's not waking up!" I call, but my lungs hurt. It's been too long since I've spoken so much that I can barely get the words out.
There's no one else: no one can be seen for miles. But I can't go and search while carrying him, and I can't leave him behind either. I hear a sound like a great thunder coming from over the hill. What could it be? I'm hopeful, but also fearful. I see the chains at my feet. 'Wait! No! What if they send me back? I don't want to go back! I don't want to be trapped anymore! I just want to see my friend again!' Soon appears a huge herd of horses, people are riding them in our direction with weapons in hand. I pull the small boy into my lap protectively, ducking my head in anticipation.
'They'll kill us, and then I'll wake up.' I tell myself. One in the front makes a signal to the others, and they all start to slow down. I can't hear what they're saying, but they slowly approach us. "What's going on?" The one that gave the signal asks me. He's towering above us intimidatingly, but he seems like a nice fellow.
"I.. I don't know.." My voice still hurts, "He's not waking up and.. I don't know where we are. Can you help us?"
He encourages us to come with them. One gets down and picks Aladdin up, carefully supporting the magi on his horse. Another helps me onto his horse, instructing me to clutch onto his back until we've stopped. I do so, and not long after we take off I see more people in the distance. A whole group of them and their homes. So turns out there are others out here too. I feel a bit relieved.
After getting helped down, I follow the one carrying Aladdin. They enter one of the homes where several others are gathered, a few making comments about the boy's outfit. They ask who he is, but even I'm not too sure how to answer. I simply tell them we only recently met before appearing here.
"Those chains on your feet!" A child points out. I tug my dress down feeling embarrassed. "Are you a slave?"
I look away from them, I'm not sure if they'll believe me. "Yes, but.. I'm free now." They look at me curiously, a bit surprised. "You see, I just escaped a dungeon."