The Unseen Tempest (Lords of Arcadia) by John Goode & J.G. Morgan

Author:John Goode & J.G. Morgan [Goode, John]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harmony Ink Press
Published: 2014-07-08T20:00:00+00:00

AT SOME point I must have fallen asleep, because Hawk and I were back in my house on Earth. My life used to be so much easier before I had to add words like “on Earth” to explain things.

Anyway, we were in my house sitting on my couch, so it had to be a dream. It was after Spike had attacked us, the door was still open, and I could see the storm raging outside. The weird part was the storm made no noise. I stood up and walked to the door as Hawk asked me, “Are we dreaming?”

I didn’t answer. I noticed there was no front yard to my house; it had turned into a cliff face that dropped off to an endless darkness below. We were stranded on top of a stone tower that looked like it was about to fall. “I hope so, because if this is real, my dad is going to kill me.”

Hawk’s warmth behind me was like a heater, and I leaned back against him while shards of lightning danced over us. “I’ve never dreamwalked before,” he said in my ear. “It’s exhilarating.”

I was about to ask him what dreamwalking was when a gnome walked out from behind my chair and began to speak. “Dreamwalking is the art of traversing the Land of the Dreaming. Though the Land is widely considered a flight of fantasy, there are some who believe that the Dreaming is the tenth realm of existence, the one that binds the other nine together.”

And just like that, the gnome vanished.

“That was Pikir, my old tutor,” Hawk said, bemused. “I haven’t thought about him in decades.”

That made me pause. I turned around and asked him, “Decades?”

And suddenly we were in my school theater and, of course, it was on fire. “Why are we here?” I screamed. We scrambled off the stage and bolted toward the exit.

Hawk grabbed my hand as he had that day and pulled me toward the door. “How should I know?” he shouted. The flames began to spread to the ceiling. “I’m not in control here.”

We were steps from the door, and I stopped, pulling my hand out of his. “You’re right. I am.”

We were sitting in Mr. Watson’s, menus in hand. Hawk looked around, confused for a second. “You did this?”

I smiled. “If it’s my dream, we get to go where I want to.”

Hawk put the menu down and asked, “You’re hungry?” I shook my head and moved over in the booth to let him see what was behind me.

It was him and me ordering food.

“Eggs, cheese, and onions?” other Hawk asked other me.

“You look so cute when you’re clueless,” I commented, watching the other us try hard not to flirt with each other.

“This is where I am going to insult Wanda,” he said darkly.

I turned back around to look at him. “Hey! You didn’t know any better.”

“Didn’t I?” he asked, looking down at the table. “My entire life, I treated people I thought were beneath me like things.

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