A Midsummer Night's Christmas Dream
Part 2
Reynir backed away, terrified, until his back hit the wall. "No! That can't be! You're gone! Anne took you away!"
He blinked, and the lights were back. The room was clean and perfect again, except for the barely visible stain on the wall. Reynir left as fast as he could, just to find the same young man standing on the corridor. He was thin and tall, with a gaunt face, dark hair and plain, dark clothes. So similar, he noticed, with the shadow.
"Who or what are you?" Reynir shouted. "What's this place?" The man remained silent, but the light flickered and, to Reynir's astonishment, they were back at the main room.
"Got you Reynir!" one of the kids said, running back to the game base. At that moment, however, Reynir couldn't care less. He only had eyes for the strange man. "So, you're going to talk, or not?"
He nodded and in a flash they were at one corner of the room, siting on some comfy armchairs. "Y... you... want... talk." It wasn't a question. He spoke as someone that had trouble to remember each word.
"Who are you? Are you a ghost?" This seemed to intrigue the man. It took him some time to answer.
"I am... your host... My name... is... it starts with... p... Some things are... harder to... remember... then others. Has... been a long... time... since I... talked to... someone."
He took a glass of juice from a table that wasn't there just a moment before and sipped it. "How you... know? How you... see me?" He was already speaking better.
"I'm a mage, and looks like I'm pretty good at seeing spirits. So what's this all about? How are we here? What's this party?"
"Why, this is... Christmas, can't you see?" noticing the lack of understanding on Reynir's face he sighed. "So you don't... know what it is. How much... time passed?"
"You mean, since the Rash? We are on year 91."
"So no more Christmas at the end of the... year? Can't say I'm... surprised... Are there many... survivors? Did you found a way to... win the Rash?"
Reynir already decided that the less that man knew the better. "There are some survivors, but not many. And no, we didn't win. However some are immune to it, and there are a few safe places. We don't celebrate that Christmas you mentioned, altoughwe still have a party at the end of the year. It's called Yule."
"I recall that name... So, back to... pagan stuff... The rest of the World, is it... still full of... infected?" He moved closer. "Tell me more."
"Look, P, ghost or whatever, I won't tell you a thing before some explanations!"
He looked intensely, and Reynir got a glimpse of the shadow's fiery look, but then the man relaxed back on the armchair. "Fine... Why not? We have... all the time."
"First, back to my question. Where we are, and what's happening?"
"You are in my... dream. My Christmas dream."
"How? Why?"
"I don't... know how I do it. I just dream. As for why... don't you see? Now we have a... perfect party, and we are all... safe, forever!"
"Safe forever? I don't understand."
A low table materialized in front of them, with a large screen over it. Reynir had seen those before... Maybe in Reykjavik? He noticed that Onni was close, playing with some kids, but they seemed unaware of their conversation.
Suddenly a picture of the house appeared on the device. There was sunlight, and no decorations. Then a boat was arriving at a small pier. The persons inside didn't seem happy, but rather broken, and exhausted.
...
"We were... very rich, back then. My family owned this house, and the whole island. Me, my parents, sisters, brothers, uncles and... cousins, we managed to... reunite here, after all the... madness."
"Hard times, I suppose."
The image changed, showing crowded streets where people fought and throw things at each other. There was smoke, fire, and gunshots.
"You have no...Idea. The World didn't end with a... whimper. Everything went mad! Nobody knew for sure what was happening. Governments and... co... communications no longer worked. There were... rumours about war, cures for the disease, prophets, monsters eating people... and many... even believed it was all lies, part of some great... conspiracy to... scare people and rule the World. Everybody just wanted to run away and find a safe place. There were mortal fights over food, water... and people were hoarding all they could, from medicines to toilet paper!"
The images changed as he spoke. A group running towards a plane, ant then, seen from above, a very large city in flames.
"We held this island as a safe place. My... crazy uncle... can't recall his name... he always believed something like the Rash could happen, so we had... pro...provisions. We arranged our Christmas party just as planned previously, months before the Rash." He pointed at the fireplace, where Mikkel and the others still entertained the children.
"We even had hired some people to play Santa and his elves, dressed like you and your friends... Of course by then we knew those would never come.
Even if sometimes we heard... shots and explosions far away, we were grateful for being away from all the madness, and did our best to hide any fears and doubts from the kids.
One day my uncle managed to make... radio contact with some friends in... Denmark. They told about some new medicine, and were... confident that this one would work. Uncle offered them to stay here with us if they brought it."
Now the screen showed one man in rags, bleeding and limping. He carried a metallic suitcase. "All the adults went to the... airport to protect their... ar... arrival, and I stayed to care for the children. But my father was the only one to return. Before dying he made me... swear that I would take care of the kids."
Now the young man looked older, and sad.
"And you believed that taking the new medicine would protect you from the Rash."
"Sure. I gave it to the children after... dinner. They became... sleepy, but seemed fine, and I put each one in bed with a kiss. Then I took it too. And we never had our Christmas party."
...
Reynir felt sorry for the man. Such weight over his shoulders. However he needed to know more.
"So neither of you awakened again."
He nodded.
"What happened then?"
"I always had had vivid dreams, and since the Rash they were becoming stronger, but also stranger. I found myself able to walk into other's dream. There was also a strange ocean where's always night..."
"Wait, I know that! I've been there! So you are a mage."
"Mage? Maybe, if you say so... Then I found the children, dreaming too, but alone and frightened. So I took them all to my dream, where they could be together, safe from any harm." Reynir felt a deep sadness, and the lights in the room seemed to dim a bit.
"I took me a long time to... understand why the dream never ended... That we died, and were abandoned. I've never been a... believer, but why those little souls would be left in this... awful place? I don't think there's any God around, at least no... merciful one."
"But..."
"I got it confirmed when, at some point, managed to look at... reality outside the dream. I watched the dust over our bones, saw monsters roaming at night across Joensuu's streets... I couldn't watch further, it was all so sad..."
"You thought there were no survivors"
"Yes, until you people came!" He smiled, and the lights came back to normal. "Now we have company, and I can save you."
"Save? Us?"
"Yes, here you are safe. We can all live here, forever! We will be good friends, you will see!"
"No! If we never wake up we will die too! We need to go!"
"Look how happy the children and your friends are. Isn't that better than a life of fear and struggle? You will be safe, always young and healthy. I can change the clothes if you wish, and if you don't like the pointed ears..."
"I don't care about the ears! We have our lives to live! We are in a mission, and after that there will be other things to..."
"And other fights, and even if you survive it all you will get old and die. Pointless!"
"Look, there's more! We found others like you before, that took that medicine, and they found a path to the afterlife."
"Oh! Prey tell me! Where's that path?"
"I don't know! It was Anne. She showed them the path."
"Well, then unless this Anne comes here to convince me, you stay."
And he was gone.
...
Reynir needed to talk to Onni. If he could be awakened they would find, together, a way out of that nightmare.
He saw Mikkel playing with two kids on a small kitchen set, with Kitty still perched over his head. Meanwhile Sigrun and two smaller kids inserted knifes in a small... barrel? With a little toy man inside. Suddenly the toy popped-up in the air, and they all laughed.
Lalli was in a corner, but swiftly dismissed Reynir attempts to talk as he showed to an older girl how a coloured cube worked.
Emil was too occupied trying to bankrupt some kids on Monopoly, as he said. Reynir, of course, had no idea of what "bankrupt" and "monopoly" meant...
Tuuri, as he expected, was playing cards. She remained translucent, but returned to her human shape. Seeing Tuuri like this undermined Reynir's resolve. He liked her so much, and never managed to express how devastated he got whit her death. For one moment he wondered how it would be if she... they had a second chance.
She was holding the deck in her delicate hand. "Rey, come! Play with us! We're starting a new game!"
"L... Later, thanks! I'll go outside for a short walk."
"Fine, but don't take long. I bet it's very cold!"
Outside, next to the big decorated tree, Onni was busy teaching three kids how to use a bow to put arrows on a round target that stood a few meters away. It never occurred to Reynir that Onni enjoyed so much being with kids.
"Onni, we need to talk!" Reynir tried to stop him, and as he wouldn't give him any attention he grabbed and shook him. "This is all a dream! I need your help! We must find a way to wake the others and get out!"
"What, they also serve alcohol in that table? This is no dream! I know the dreamworld way better than you! This is reality, and a fine one. Now go bother Lalli! The kids want to learn with the best archer around!"
Reynir insisted and begged but Onni simply wouldn't listen. After much insistence Reynir gave up and walked away. Soon he found a path that ended in the small pier, where their host seemingly was waiting for him.
"Trying to... escape, Reynir? I really don't know if I can... retain you here. But your friends, as you saw, are happy and want to stay."
"They don't! They are ensnared by your illusion! If you showed them reality they would leave the next moment!"
"Maybe, but aren't you in some mission in a land filled with perils? What if one, or several of you dies tomorrow in the claws of some beast? Letting you go would be... irresponsible."
"You vowed to protect your children, not us!"
"I won't let... anyone else die out there. I already lost the souls of my parents. I searched and searched and couldn't find them."
"Because they found their way! Somehow they found the path to... beyond, whatever it is."
"No, I don't believe there's any path to some beautiful afterlife, Reynir. There's just this, and annihilation, and unless you, or your friend Anne, convince me otherwise, I won't let anybody else go."
And, again, Reynir was alone.
...
Reynir sat on the pier, staring at the water. He didn't knew what to do. Try to reach the Lehto and wake up his friends? Considering what Lalli told about that time when he was trapped inside Emil's mind that trick probably wouldn't work.
He could try to find help elsewhere, but had no desire to leave the others in the hands of their so called host.
He could also play the game and live there for a while. It could be good, and maybe after some time he would find a way to wake up Onni. But what if he liked it too much? Would he still wish, or be able, to leave?
Reynir remained lost in his thoughts when he heard soft footsteps approaching. Out there in the open he feared that some dangerous creature would find him appetizing and was ready to run when he saw that it was a dog. As it arrived Reynir recognized, with great joy, his Fylgja.
"Hello! It's so good to see you! Where have you been?"
The dog wagged its tail and came closer. Reynir stroke lightly its head, and it licked his hand.
Then he had an idea. "Hey, do you remember Anne? That kind lady we met in a church? The one that helped us with the ghosts?"
The dog stopped licking and looked at Reynir. "Do you think you could help me to find her? If she could talk to this ghost... Maybe she could show him, and the children, the way, as she did before. Can you? Do you know where she is?"
The dog looked intensely at him.
"Oh, why am I talking to you? Of course you don't know! But finding her is the best idea I had so far. Would you come with me? Help me find the way?"
The dog just keep looking.
Reynir readied himself. Maybe he should warn them that he would be gone for a while...
"You have no idea of what you're asking, do you?"
"What! You do speak, after all!"
"I spoke to you before. Now you just left me without words. You want me to guide you to meet Anne. Do you realize that she's not in this World anymore?"
"Hum... Are you trying to say that you can guide me there, but it's too far away? Or that it's too dangerous? Anyway I don't care. I must try!"
"Sneaking through the dark land between Worlds is not to be taken lightly, Reynir Árnason. Dangerous? It's the most dangerous thing I can think of. Few tried, very few succeeded."
"I said I don't care. Let's go! If it's a long journey we have to start now, or it may be too late when we come back."
"Sometimes I wish you haven't such a brave and valorous heart. It will be as you desire. Don't worry about time, tough. It is... relative. One that ventures in those regions will feel as a month went by, but it would be just an hour for those awaken, or a day here. That's how long you will wait. If I haven't came back by this time, tomorrow, then I will not come back at all."
"Wait here? But I want to go. They are my friends!"
"True, and noble. Nevertheless, I shall go alone." And the dog ran fast across the placid lake, leaving Reynir before he could say anything more.
End of part 2