posted on Nov, 19 2018 @ 08:34 AM
There was the sound of a small crash and some cold water splashed onto Errollorre’s face.
He opened his eyes from the blackness and dimly saw Troll laying on the floor beside the bar in the Shed.
Beside Troll was a shattered vase and some black orchids that had been in it.
“Troll must have knocked that vase over.” thought Errollorre as he started to fall back into unconsciousness.
“Black Orchids?” thought Errollorre.
Suddenly Errollorre struggled to remember a waking incantation.
“Expergiscimini.” muttered Errollorre.
It was enough.
Errollorre opened his eyes but could feel himself wanting to drift back into unconsciousness.
“I don’t have much time.” he thought. “I’ve got to move quick.”
Errollorre stood up and quickly looked around.
He was in the large social hall of the Shed.
It was filled with most of all the Shed folk that he knew.
But they all looked as if they were asleep.
Gordi was slumped over in his chair with his face on the table.
Night Star was half on and half off her chair
Aria was laying by Errollore’s feet under the table.
Errollorre ran over to the broken vase and scooped up the the two dozen black orchids.
Stepping his way carefully over dozens of bodies sprawled out on the Shed floor blocking his path to the door, Errollorre opened the door and stumbled
his way outside into the cold night air.
The chilled air revived him and he ran towards the Sheds barbecue pit.
He dug into the ashes and found some coals still smoldering under a foot of ash.
He tossed the orchids onto the coals and watched as they curled and burst into flame.
After covering the burnt orchids with more ashes he returned to the shed.
Leaving the large wooden door open so fresh air could get inside he entered.
Errollorre stepped carefully over the slowly stirring Shed folk sprawled on the floor and made his way to the far wall were there hung a great looped
Pulling on the chain he opened a large skylight high above the hall, letting in more fresh Accasian air.
Errollorre ran over to Aria and kneeling beside her took one hand in his own while lightly touching her cheek.
“Aria.” he said softly.
Aria slowly opened her eyes and smiled.
“Good morning Errollore.” she said softly.
Then Aria’s eyes grew wide and she sat up suddenly.
“Errollorre!” she gasped. “I thought..I knew..you were dead!”
Errollorre laughed. “Not quite. Almost, but not yet.”
“Wait.” said Aria. “Why did I think you were dead? No one told me that, and yet I knew.”
Aria turned and saw everyone in the Shed slowly waking up.
“What happened?” asked Aria. “Were we attacked by the enemy?”
“There is no enemy.” said Errollorre. “It was all an illusion, A very bad dream.”
“What? How?” asked Aria as she rose to sit in a chair.
“See that broken vase laying next to Troll?” said Errollorre.
“That is the answer. Here is what I think happened.”
“Someone from the Shed was walking through the forest when they came upon a patch of black orchids. They are very beautiful, and very rare.
I only know about them because in my studies many years ago we learned of deadly plants and poisons.
These flowers are actually called “Black Dream Orchids”.
Who ever picked them, not knowing what they were, brought them back here to the Shed and put them in a vase on the bar.
Outside in the open air they have little effect. Except maybe giving someone close a sense of well being.
But inside an enclosed space, even one as large as this great hall, they are dangerous.
They continually let out an attractive sent after they are picked.
After the hall is completely drenched in its aroma it is if it ignites its potency,
And everyone in that space were the scent is circulated falls into a deep, dark, yet shared black dream.
“That explains how I knew you had died.” said Aria. “It actually explains a lot of things.
Even though I wasn’t with Gordi and Night Star until the end, I knew everything they had done.
It was like I read it in a book or in a story they had written.”
“Yes.” said Errollorre. “We were all captured in the same unconscious fantasy.
I wish I would have spotted them in the vase on the bar when we came in.
I could have saved us a lot of grief.”
“But how,” asked Aria. “were you able to wake up when no one else could?”
“That was lucky.” said Errollorre. “Because I died first in the dream I fell out of the action. My mind floated in nothing but blackness.
When Troll who was lying unconscious at the bar finally fell to the ground he knocked the vase over.
The small amount of cold water that splashed on my face awoke me for a moment.
I was able before I drifted back to sleep, to understand what was going on.”
“How long have we been asleep?” asked Aria. “The horrible war and the journey up the mountain, and capture of the pixies, and the destruction of
the villages, all of it seems to have been going on for months.”
“Well.” said Errollorre. “Judging by the large candles in the corners of the hall, I’d guess we’ve been asleep for maybe a day. More or
Dreams are like that. Time can seem long but only be seconds.”
Night Star let out a low moan and began to slowly open her eyes.
Gordi stirred and before he opened his eyes reached out and grabbed his mug and drained it.
“Everyone is waking up”. said Aria. “We are going to have a lot of explaining to do.”
Yes.” said Errollorre. “But they should be happy to know that there are no Armagors. There is no evil enemy. This is no war. Villages have not
We are in Accassia. We’re in The Shed. There is peace and family.
We should celebrate for long after this.”
“Yes.” said Aria. “But I wonder if we’ll find out who brought in those flowers”
The End. (of the bad dream)