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Caspian’s shadow charges into Alistair’s, but is all too quickly swallowed up, overtaken, and spat out, as the great wolf that was Ren runs up the walls, pawing frantically and trying to get to the large shadow bat that looms overhead.
My fever intensifies, and I can feel my forehead burning up, melting every thought. Am I awake or am I asleep?
The only thing I know is that they’re fighting a war for me. And right now, sadly, it doesn’t look like they’re winning.
I desperately want to escape my chains and help them. I couldn’t bear it if they died here for me, while I’m completely pathetic and unable to do anything. I couldn’t bear it if despite everything they sacrificed for me, I just died here anyway.
Did the three of them really come here alone?
I open my eyes wider to see corpses of werewolves and vampires, littering the floor around me.
Their reinforcements, I think. They brought PEACE forces here, and somewhere in the midst of my delusions, they must have actually died.
People died for me.
That’s a grief I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to recover from.
I finally come to my senses, wondering how long I was out, and how much of what I saw was a dream. The fight in front of me now is a lot less symbolic and unclear, but so much bloodier and more helpless.
Ren and Caspian are badly injured, with Ren still limping across the room, fruitlessly dodging vampire attacks while nipping at them in retaliation.
I know that Caspian can feel my weakness, and I know that it’s affecting him too. Although they’ve stalled the onslaught of vampires, there are still so many of them that finding an opening is difficult.
I look around for Rory, but I can’t find her anywhere.
Surely not, I think.
I continue to scan the battlefield, looking for the slightest hint that she’s okay, and I see nothing. Which means she either ran away, or-
No.
I don’t want to think about that.
I can feel my mind waning again, threatening to take me back to sleep, or to hallucinations, or whatever altered state I’m periodically falling under. I fight it.
I need to find Rory. I need to know that she’s okay.
A light, different from fire and everything else I’ve seen, fills my senses, and I wonder if it’s my dreams taking me again. But no, this feels different.
I turn my head, my neck hurting with every unnatural movement, and as I see the light expanding and struggle to identify its source, squinting, I see Rory in its center, a stern expression on her face.
“Caspian!” She screams. “Get out of the way!”
Currently engaged with four vampires, he looks desperately at her, then at me, before ducking under one of their attacks and sliding across the rock floor, rolling to the far corner.
Alistair and his vampires all turn their heads, staring at the light in disbelief, and I’m suddenly blinded by pure white light. I close my eyes quickly, moaning in pain, and shut them as tight as I can.
For what feels like several minutes, I can sense the light against the insides of my eyelids, until it dims. The room is quiet now.
I look at the far side of the cavern, and Caspian is safe, shielding himself beneath a cloak.
He gets up and brushes himself off. Seemingly, outside of the vampires scrambling to get past the collapsed rock pile, it’s just the four of us now.
“Didn’t know if that would work,” Rory says, her voice straining itself. “Pretty risky.”
We’re safe now. I just have to stay awake a little longer.
Caspian rushes toward me, and I feel a small smile creep across my face. He crosses the threshold, and I just want to hold him again.
