Ensorcellors: The Tales of Encrest

[ETOEB1//01//] Caught up in a Nightmare

Chapter 01

Caught up in a Nightmare

Carter's POV:

"Azerin... Azerin... Azerin..."

Strange voices from unknown creatures were calling out to me, whispering to me. Everything was dark and blurry, not even seeing a glimpse of their faces as though they were without form, but only their very existence surrounded me.

Suddenly, a flash of light focused on my face from above as those evil creatures out of the light tried to approach me.

My heart was pounding loudly, and I wanted to scream, but my lip was frozen, and something was holding my mouth shut.

I suddenly became aware that I was lying on a rough, flat surface. I also felt that my body was paralyzed and that my eyes were the only organ I could move to this dark and lurking place. I didn't have a clue where I was.

"Azerin... Azerin... Azerin..."

As they keep calling me by this name over and over again, their voices get louder and louder until they scream like night creatures of hell.

As these creatures tried to get close to me to catch me in the light, I could no longer restrain myself. I shook my body with all my might, closed my eyes tightly, and forced myself to wake up from that horrible nightmare.

It seemed like those creatures didn't want to let me go, and they were trying to capture me in the light and bring me into the darkness. But all of a sudden, they were whistling like sand, slowly disappearing before me.

"Carter!" yelled Ricky. He was trying to rouse me from my terrible nightmare.

"Oh no... Watch out!" Sandra gasped, warning Ricky when she noticed the glass filled with lemon juice was about to fall into Ricky's trousers.

I didn't notice that I hit some of the few books and items on the table while sleeping, which made the glass fell right into Ricky's trousers.

"Argh! Fizzlebombs!" Ricky grunted and heaved a dramatic sigh.

He hasn't been able to prevent it. Things didn't work out for Ricky. You could see the frustration all over her face. He did not expect that I would accidentally hit the glass, and it would be spilled juice.

He looked at the stained trousers, full of disappointment. It was so yellowish that it made it even more convincing that he had peed in his chair. Sandra then burst into laughter after seeing Ricky's pants soaked in juice.

"It's like you took a leak in your pants, HAHAHAHA!" Sandra couldn't stop herself and continued laughing as she muttered her expressive opinion.

Anyhow, I was glad to wake up from this horrible nightmare! I thought I might die of fright! But thank goodness! It was nothing more than a dream. But one thing I was worried about being how weird it was in a scene like this to happen in my dream.

What does that mean, though?

I couldn't care less, so I put my curious spirit aside for a while and shrugged my shoulders. And ever since I woke up, my mind wasn't completely awake. Therefore, I sat and leaned my back on the sofa bed, stretching my arms and legs to release any joint, bony or muscular tension from this long sleep.

It just so happens the sun was rising from the east. I could see it from the window of the caravan we were riding in after I yawned. I looked at the window by my side when the sunlight caught my attention.

The sky had various colors, with a mixture of pastel violet, orange, yellow and pink. Some of the clouds were large and clustered like a ball of floating wool. Because my imagination was great, they resembled cotton sweets floating, except that they were only painted white. Especially since the shape of the clouds matches the color of the sky.

I didn't know why I suddenly felt my belly grunt and quivering like a blender. Apart from that, there was nothing to churn, but mainly because of that, my vivid imagination started to feel like a train fed by wood and charcoal.

And guess what? I haven't had any breakfast yet.

So I got a whole box of sandwiches and I put it on the corner of the table. Luckily, I didn't hit it with my unconscious hands in my sleep.

Or else, I would starve from waiting until we arrive at the destination we are heading to!

I took a bite, and it delighted me. It had peanut butter and blueberry jam on it, which craved me for another bite until I did not notice that all that was left in the sandwich box were little bread crumbs.

As I turned my head and saw my filthy mouth from the reflection of the glass window filled with some sticky jam, I immediately, but quietly took a napkin from my pocket, secretly wiping all the stain that was covering my sweet plump lips.

When I lowered my eyes, the trees and leaves seemed to fade one by one, and since we were also riding in the caravan that ran so fast, it was getting blurry through my peripheral vision.

If you wanted to know where we were going...

We were traveling, and we were moving into a new home. I wasn't sure whether we were on the exact road my mother told us about, but all I could see were trees standing in the way.

A few moments later, the caravan trembled and lost its equilibrium due to the uneven construction of the road on which we stumbled. It was rock and lumpy. Even the passengers inside, who were only Ricky, Sandra and me, ratting on each other.

Some of the items in the caravan fell off their separate and organized bookshelves. It looked as if the driver of this caravan had gone wrong.

All of a sudden, there was this thing that caught my eye when the built-in flat-screen television above us accidentally turned on to a certain channel.

There was this list of missing children on the screen and a lady who seemed mentally disturbed while being interviewed by a journalist.

"I'm begging you. If you see this child in this picture, please let me know. I will gladly reward those who do. His name is R-"

A few minutes later, the tremor came to a halt, and the ground flattened. We finally blundered our way out of the thick woods.

"I told you, Carter, this is a shortcut!" Auselle, my Step-Mom's voice rose upward as if she was singing with a constant tone added with a hum as she happily gave out her statement, glancing back to assure herself that we were listening.