Arriving at the high windows of the enormous hall inside the obsidian palace, your heart leaps into your throat. Not because of how insecure you’re starting to feel at addressing these large, dancing polar bears, but because a racket of squeaking chirps and the harsh fluttering of hundreds of wings pierces your ears loudly from out of nowhere.
“Ghastputin’s albino bats,” Mitri whirls to face them, flinging his jacket up over your heads a split second before you’re attacked by countless, small, pale-white bats. “He’s here. It’s happening now.”
His jacket proves to be enchanted, magically expanding to encase you both. But not before you’ve gotten an up close and personal look at the sharp, bloody looking fangs lining the bats pink mouths.
Thankfully, they don't seem to be able to break through the barrier, which is a subtle sort of solace in spite of how completely nightmarish this adventure has turned out to be.
You’re pleading with all your might for the bats to leave you alone so you can get inside the palace safely and warn the bears of Ghastputun’s presence, until you’re struck on the side of the head by one of the evil sorcerer’s albino minions, with such force that your vision blurs.
At least I’m not getting bitten, you think, underestimating the damage taken. Then your entire body droop as you lose consciousness.
In the darkness of your mind, images begin to take form. The shape of a train appears, steaming at full speed along its track at dusk.
As if in a dream, you watch yourself on the train, only much, much younger.
But this isn’t a dream, you reckon. It feels more like a memory.
You're not sure which is true, but the child in front of you looks exactly as you did when you were little, and you’re sad to see they look frightened.
You hardly have a chance to wonder what’s caused such dismay before they begin to run through the train, away from something, until they reach the very tail end, clutching at the railing outside.
The vision of you does an about face, looking toward an unseen pursuer before getting knocked backward off the back of the speeding train, their head slamming forcefully on the ground.
Task:
Share an HOL appropriate Memory in 100 words or more about a time you felt nervous, afraid, or uneasy.
Alternatively you may contribute a Dream Analysis piece describing a dream you’ve had in 125 words or more, relaying what took place and what it might have represented for you symbolically.
This task is worth 15 beans/sapphires, with an additional 15 bonus beans/sapphires for completing all Week Two tasks by end of activity. Deadline is 11:59pm (HOL time) on Thursday December 21st.