Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Faerie's Blood ❯ Dreams?Illusions? ( Chapter 2 )

The ground was cold, the air was thin. Trowa could barely breath. It was night time, or so he thought. He couldn't see any light peeer through the cracks of the floorboards. He didn't know where he was or who had done this, or most importantly where Quatre was.

He couldn't hear any voices. Not a sound except for his own movement against the dirt floor. He had searched for hours on a way out but there was none. He was down there deep. He couldn't climb. It was too steep and plus slippery. He had tried previously yet failed, he couldn't give up though. He worried for Quatre. He was sick and who knows what was going on above.

He coughed and tried to brush the dirt from his eyes only to make it worse. He wasn't tired. More determined than anything to get out of there.

It had also seemed that someone was watching him the entire time... Like there was a presense around him. He didn't know what. Well It wasn't actually just one...but many. He didn't see anything so shrugged the feeling off.

He decided to sleep for the night deciding to search again the next morning. Maybe something will happen in the morning. Hopefully.

***

The room was dark, as Quatre shifted his body around on the lie on. He was cold, and although he slept he was very tired. He didn't know where he was. He tried with great difficulty to pull himself up from the floor and tried to get his eyes to adjust to the darkness. He rubbed them and felt his way around the room.

"Where... am I.." he muttered scuffing along on the floor on hands and knees.

It was as if nothing was real... The air was strange, it was so odd. It even was as if you didn't even need to breath at all. Quatre hit into something. He thought he was dreaming. It felt like a dream. Something was going on and it was so weird. Last thing he remmebered was the forest. The shadow that loomed over Trowa then... there was nothing. It was as if the entire time he was blacked out. It was blank. He felt sick. Even worse than when he had awoken. Was it day, night?

It was all so, confusing! He felt his body go numb as a sharp pain throbbed through his body. He lay to the floor and could no longer stay consious.

*** A buzzing noise?

Trowa felt a slick rugged surface against his bare hands and face. He then came to the realization that he could feel the heat of the sun against his back. He sat up slowly, a bit unsure of what was going on. He saw Quatre asleep beside him. He put a hand on Quatre's warm shoulder and sighed with relief that he was at least ok.

What was going on? Was it a dream? Illusion? It seemed so real. Yet there was something different about where he was. He shrugged the feeling off and shook Quatre's shoulder slightly to wake him.

Quatre mummbled a bit and turned to Trowa."mmm..... Trowa...? TROWA!"Quatre sat up ignoreing the pain in his arm and hugged onto Trowa."I.... I had a horrible dream.. or at least.. I think it was.... I couldn't find you!"

Trowa didn't want to tell Quatre that he had experienced something similar. So he told him different."It's fine now Quatre... don't worry. It was only a dream. I would never let you go."

It seemed as if it was late afternoon. The sun was high in the sky blareing down through the tree's. Even under the shade the heat was unbearable. They had lost their travel horse during this weird ordeal and had no way of transportation and Trowa didn't think it was best if Quatre was to walk. He suggested on carrying Quatre piggy back to make it easier on the blonde. even though Quatre insisted not to Trowa wouldn't stand to see him walk, being sick and all.

They began to travel on the dirt trail. Trowa suddenly turned to hear the sound of a hourse carrage approach them. The driver stopped and looked at the two."Traveling through here without a horse, eh?"He looked at them curiously."That doesn't seem like the best thing. Hey, is the little guy there goin to be alright?"

"Well... " Trowa muttered and told the story. The driver looked with concern and a voice suddenly called from the carrage.

"Heeey! What's the hold up?! We want to get moving! We haven't got all day!" A young boy which had long brown hair stuck his head out the window, he had bluish-violet eyes and a long braid.

The driver turned and looked at the boy, waved a hand, and the boy went back inside."Look, you look like you need a ride, how about it. It'll be on me."

"Yes.... Thank you...I will be always grateful."Trowa smiled.

"Hey, No problems. Just get in back there with the other two. There should be room."

Trowa went over to the side of the carrage and looked inside. The braided boy staired at him curiously."Uhh... you're driver offered us a ride to the next town I hope that's ok."Trowa told him.

"Uh.... no...... that's fine."The boy opened the door to let the two inside.

Trowa helped Quatre inside. He then got in after. The boy stared hard at them. They noticed another sitting beside the boy, he had dark short brown hair and dark, cold blue eyes.

Not saying a word to each other the four looked curiously at one another. This was going to be one long trip...

*tbc*

Oh...boy.... I think this chappie sucks....