Everything I saw was unreal, until a disturbing question came to mind. “Was I dead?”
Suddenly, the flapping of wings and clashing of swords became louder as the ground shook. The sky lit up again, and I gasped at what looked to be hundreds of those things fighting in the distance.
A strong gust of wind blew by, and one painfully knocked me forward. I pushed myself up again, but was singed by red and yellow glowing rocks that surrounded me and hissed like lava.
As I glanced down, I saw blood dripping from my head as it flowed down my arm, making me aware of the pain that throbbed through my skull. I struggled to keep my eyes open, while the sound of battle grew riotous in the distance.
I blinked out the tears, my eyes fixated on two magnificent, human forms glowing close by. Something about them seemed real, but as the pain in my head grew more intense, I began to struggle for consciousness. When I called out for help, one heard me and turned its head.
My addled brain thought, “It couldn’t be?”
It looked like him from a distance, but his skin was different, brighter, and eerie in a way.
He swiftly appeared in front of me, and I panicked.