Reality Skimming

Diff the Dragon – Part Thirteen: The Nightmare

Diff the Dragon by Angela Lott, illustrations by Richard Bartrop. An Okal Rel Universe Legacy Novella featuring the young Alivda

Angela Lott is the middle child of Lynda’s three daughters. She did two years of Business schooling at the College of New Caledonia and is now working as a receptionist at her local FYiDoctors. In her spare time she enjoys writing, video blogging, reading and watching very nerdy TV shows.

Part 13

Over the next six months, Amel learned that his mekan’stan didn’t much appreciate sharing him with a hyperactive child-sized toddler. So Diff had to sleep by herself more often than not when Amel was visiting a mekan’st and she didn’t like it one bit. Ever since she could remember, if Amel was there, she got to sleep next to him. He was warm and comforting. Tonight Diff had to sleep in the room next to her Amel while he slept with Perry. Amel tried to explain that he had to spend time with other people he loved, but she still went to bed sulking. Amel hoped she would be okay.

Amel was dreaming. His dream was all bright lights and colours. Then sense emerged from chaos and a little girl appeared before him. He knew this girl. She was important to him, but he couldn’t see her face. Who was she?

He took a step toward her, but she backed away. Amel stood there confused. If he knew her, why would she back away?

Then the girl cried. And though she looked old enough to form them, no words escaped her.

Amel realized this couldn’t be right. His senses were telling him strange things. This place he was in wasn’t a place. His spatial awareness was screaming at him that this was wrong! Everything was blurry; everything except the cry. But he knew this unknown girl wasn’t really who was crying. Someone important to him was crying and he had to wake up now.

Amel opened his eyes. It was very dark, but he knew this room.

He slid free of Perry and, standing naked by the bed, used his memory of the room to find one of her robes. It was loose and shapeless, but he liked it because it smelled of her.

Perry was always sparing with resources of any sort, so even though it was winter beyond the walls, her robe was paper thin.

The Nightmare

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