My attention was drawn back to Myra. She was surrounded. I couldn’t see her. She wasn’t jumping up like before. I started to panic. Where was Demien? I heard Myra scream out. I started to go to her.
“Do not move.” Demien’s voice rudely interrupted my thought process. “I’ve got her. Just stay where you are. Stay out of sight.”
I slid back behind the tree.
Demien was cutting through creatures trying to reach Myra. I could see heads fly from all sides of the circle of creatures. My heart was racing. I felt useless. Demien and his friends were cutting through the creatures so fast and quietly, the creatures had no time to react. After what seemed to be hours, Demien came out of the middle with a limp Myra. She was bloody from head to her toes. Her clothes were shredded.
“Stay there. I’m coming for you.” Then, Demien lifted off the ground and flew high over the trees. I saw them pass over my head, then nothing.
The fight was still going on in the battlefield. No one seemed to notice that Demien and Myra had left. I could still feel him, but I had no idea where he went. He just vanished. Then a breeze passed me, lifting me off the ground. It was Demien with Myra on his back, now me in his arms.
“Is she okay?” I asked Demien.
“She’s breathing, if that’s what you are asking,” he replied. He was not happy. His eyes were pitch black; his tone was angry. I’m taking you back to the cabin where I expect you to stay. I’m taking Myra somewhere she can heal.
“But I’m at the cabin sleeping, aren’t I? I mean, I fell asleep and ended up here, therefore, I must be dreaming,” I insisted.
He audibly sighed. “First of all, your dreams are never just dreams. Ask me what that means later, not now. And secondly, no, you are here in the flesh.”
“How can that be?” I challenged.
“You are advancing much quicker than I expected. You have the ability to displace yourself. Apparently, you have figured that out.” His tone did not sound entertained at all.
“What? Displace… what?” I repeated, confused.
“You transported yourself to the battlefield. You think about where you want to be. You physically make yourself disappear from where you were and reappear where you want to be. A more familiar phrase is teleportation.” He did not look entertained while explaining this to me. I had the feeling that he didn’t want to have a reason to explain that to me.
“Whoa, like a witch?” I asked, astonished.
“No, not like a witch, like an angel… like my Angel…” He trailed off the last part of his sentence. “Well, here we are.” I looked over and saw the cabin come into view. I half expected him to take me to the door, but he stopped on the balcony outside of my second-floor bedroom. That’s when I noticed a door. I guess I hadn’t really explored all the amenities the room had to offer. He gently landed on the patio, keeping Myra tightly in place.
“Listen, I don’t have very much time. Please do not leave this cabin. Myra is in extremely bad condition. My concentration needs to be focused on healing her. I can’t worry about you and heal her at the same time. Well, I can, but I would rather not. Understood?” He wasn’t asking if I understood his request. He was demanding that I follow it.
“I got it,” I retorted. I hated being treated like a child, but I guess I did ask for it. Myra looked terrible. I was terribly concerned for my best friend. I just wanted her back to normal. Everything else seemed pale in comparison.
He kissed me passionately, slipping something into my hand. He left without a word. I stood in the dark, watching him fly Myra far in the horizon until they disappeared. I wondered where he would take her, since a hospital was apparently out of the question. The night air was pleasant with a light breeze, so I didn’t bother moving inside. As I stood on the balance, pondering the entire day, I could feel the humidity in the atmosphere beginning to rise and thicken.
I opened my hand to see an envelope. Slowly opening it, I noticed a key, a note and money. I slipped the key out and unlocked the French doors that led back into my room. Now that I finally saw it clearly for the first time, it was more of a suite. I found Shannon, cleaning my things up. Slipping the envelope into my back pocket, I went inside and closed the door behind me.
Twenty-Six
“Where have you been?” she asked, angrily.
“With Demien and Myra,” I replied.
“I was scared. I had no clue where you were or even where to start lookin’. You know, I still have no idea what is going on or why we are here, for that matter, where we are.” She wouldn’t make eye contact, which has always been a bad sign. It meant things were getting too much for her. She would be gone by morning.
“Me neither. I’m sorry for all of this. I don’t know what this is either. I don’t know where I was or how I got there. I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was with them. I have no idea how it happened.”
Shannon didn’t believe me. I knew her thoughts by her body language. I knew her well.
“I swear, Shannon.”
Someone knocked on the bedroom door. “Knock, knock, are you decent?” we heard Adam ask.
“Come on in,” I replied.
“How is
