Chapter 13

Grimm PoV

Maraysa Umbrezha , she introduces herself as. I don't think I have not really met enough people to know if this name is common or not, but I have a feeling that I'm not going to pass anyone by that name on a walk around the town.

Well it's not like I am one to speak on strange names.

It’s a strange feeling knowing so much about someone but not something like their own name. I saw a lot from her. A lot more than I probably should have.

 I saw her as she was before and how she is now. All of her suffering , all of  her pain ,all of her yearning. Looking at the person before me now I find it hard to believe I ever saw her as a threat, she seems so fragile like she could break if I hold her to forcefully.

She doesn't seem like a threat now, she just looks like a scared little girl. One who is holding on to whatever she can.

I guess this is how I must have seemed on that night, just a little boy wanting someone , anyone to tell me I was going to be okay. Miss Samantha was there for me at that time. Now it's my turn to be there for the one in front of me. The past me would not have been moved, death and suffering where common place, everyone was a stranger to me. Why would I care for a complete stranger? But that night a complete stranger cared for me, a person they had never met. Perhaps it was the kindness that moved me?

No. 

Were it another stranger that needed my help. I don’t think I could truly say that I would be able to do the same kinds of actions as her.

But then again.  She isn't a stranger. Not anymore

My hands still hold her in place as I try to communicate with the woman in front of me. The idea of transmitting thoughts. Where did I even come up with that? How could I have know it would have worked?

Entertaining the idea that one could talk to another person by thinking it in their minds would have been entirely ridiculous to me in any other situation. But at the moment I simply knew what I had to do.  Much like how I knew what I was reading in the library with-

Sister Kate…right .

I had fainted in the library. Miss Samantha was there too.

….

One problem at a time. I want…need to get back, but I can't do everything at once. Alright .

I open my closed eyes and stare at the woman in front of me, to find she is staring back at me, her sapphire eyes bore into mine while I feel the cool touch of her forehead against my own. A question looms in my mind , one that has been in my head when I first saw her.

Grimm: Miss… Maraysa was it? Um.

It's a lot harder than it should have been, the words seems to get stuck . I really don't want her to take this the wrong way, but I do want to know.

 Just say it,  I tell myself. She's clearly waiting for me to finish my sentence.

Grimm : What ..what you doing here?

The woman looks confused at my question, and looks around for the first time.

Her eyes begin to grow wider and wider as she looks around her. From her actions she clearly doesn’t know why she was in this…place for lack of a better term. Seems she is as lost as me. This place was where I woke up after the nightmare I had. A dream within a dream.

I look around and take in the view , the clouds are still moving , tiny ripples form on the ground as I shift from a kneeling position to a standing one. There are no other sounds aside from the two of us. Nothing else.

Just like last time. So am I currently dreaming? I did remember the world shifting away in the library , so perhaps my body is unconscious?  And all this is a dream? I'd doesn’t feel like it, it feels very real.

No door this time it seems. Just me and her in this little world of white.

Alright , collect yourself.

What do we know? I was here once before in a dream within a nightmare. Was I afraid form the nightmare so much I made a.. safe space? Somewhere nothing could hurt me. Yes the last time I was here there were strong feelings of safety and ..isolation. But. There is someone else here..

The door. It was in the last dream. Was it there because I wanted to get out? If that’s true and it's not here anymore…wouldn’t that mean I don’t want to leave?.. but I have to go back… I need to go back. They're waiting for me.. I have to-

No .

One thing at a time. I need to focus on the now.

Okay.

This place changed considerably. The ground and the sky. They weren't there before.

Change. In a world where everything was once a constant I introduced change. So my actions have a consequence on the structure of this place. But if that were true . Wouldn’t I be able to leave just by wanting it? Maybe I don’t want to leave this place just yet? But what would be keeping me-

Right .Her

I shake myself from my thoughts and turn towards Miss Maraysa. She seems to not be moving, standing wide eyed at the sky. The sky. When was the last time she saw it?  She was in that place for who know how long, stuck in the dark . It's a miracle that she's still sane in that sense at all, well she did technically attack me. Then again me being hurt isn’t exactly new..

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The sanity of my companion here aside, I need to know what she knows. I bring my hands towards her to shake her from her trance , making my actions as slow as possible to avoid startling her. She seems to notice and looks at me again. Her eyes shimmer with child like wonder from the scene she saw above us. Her mouth is slightly agape and her lips move , producing soundless motions. She notices her lack of voice and her shoulders drop a bit, the wonder in her eyes dims and become downcast. I place my hands higher on her arms and motion her to kneel down. She cautiously follows my motion as both my hands reach to her head again and pull them towards my own. I hear a sharp intake of breath as the two of us inch closer together, which gives me a brief instance of pause as I stop coming any closer. Her eyes bare into my own and hold my stare. Soundless words are exchanged before the of two us as she looks into me and I do to her.

She can't talk back to me in this state , and I'm not sure how much of me she can understand either . I gently extend my thumb under her eye and slowly incline my head in order to try to get my point across. I'm not quite sure how effective that was in terms of communication, but from the subtle motion of her head I'll take it to mean she understands. I close my eyes and close the distance between us as I feel the touch of her skin on mine.

 The cool sensation spreads from her to me as I feel the strange sound of a  click , as her mind opens to me. Creating a path between us. Linking us to each other.

Maraysa: The sky , Grimm . I can see the sky.

Her projected words seem different almost childlike, as she tells me about the sky above us. From her words I can hear how much she wanted to see it.

Maraysa: Am I?  Am I dead Grimm ? Have I passed died?

 Her words are soft ,her voice so terribly quiet. As if she fears me answering her question.

Grimm: I… I don’t think so , I've been here before. Even if it was a bit different it still feels the same, yes I was here once before . In a dream.

She does not speak any further. Through our link I can feel her panic rising, a terrible feeling of sorrow growing stronger and stronger in her.

Maraysa: A dream then? Am I dreaming still? When I wake …

"NO" I shout aloud. Alarming both her and myself.

Grimm : No. Maraysa, you're not going to wake up there again, I won't let you go back.

I don’t really know why I feel so protective over her all of a sudden, but the thought of her going back into that prison makes my heart grow pained, my mind cry in outrage and my soul grow wrathful. I won’t let her go back there. She is safe here with me, in my…dream…

My dream, not hers.

 Mine.

 My mind.

Grimm : You're in my dream Maraysa. Not the other way around.

 How I could be sure on this fact I did not know. But somehow I knew that it was true.

Grimm: Try to remember, what is the last thing you remember Maraysa ?

Maraysa: I …. I was there. In that place, dying and …

Her voice falters mid sentence.

Grimm: You're here now Maraysa, you're here in front of me. I know this is a lot of to ask, but I need you to remember . Please, this is important.

Making her think of her time back in that place , the memories . I can feel it through our link. It hurts her and in turn, it hurts me. I don’t want to make her do this. It's not right , it's not fair. But I need to know. If I am to help either of us . I need to know.

Maraysa: I was dying, and then I felt warm. Like I was being taken away. Then I remember flying, towards…you.

Flying towards me?  Something about that feels familiar. I think back to my dream, the door, the world filled with books, the one book resting on top that lectern. The two orbs of light…flying at me

Was one of them her?  I couldn't really make out any details, they were too bright for that. So was what I saw all real? The books? The lights?

If she was one of the two lights…where is the other one?

And if the lights were real..what happened to the monster?

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New chapter fresh off the print , careful it's hot.

 Grimm PoV here, so we learn a bit more about the whole dream sequence thing, but let's be honest y'all saw this coming. Anyway got my first review ! Yay

I'll start working on the next one but I'm not quite sure I'll be able to post another one today. Soweeeeeee

P.s

Pokeholmes if you're reading this can you please tell me what the term playable means . can't really find the definition of it that makes sense in the context. Maybe I'm just being stupid. (╥ᆺ╥；)