Reagan: The Dream

I find myself running through woods I've never been too. Running aimlessly through the trees like I'm being controlled but by who or what. My lungs gasp for air as I run feeling like they're going to explode.

Suddenly I'm being levitated into the air. Carried by a force seeming to know exactly what I wanted. In shock, I stay still being carried deeper into what seems to be a never-ending terrain.

I notice the thick fog that surrounds us. I hadn't before.

I was to occupied by the running to notice much of anything like the trees that sway but there's no wind, or the plants that grow on the side of the trees, nothing like I've ever seen before.

Mesmerizing, that it is.

The mysterious force once again moves me, into a sitting position this time. Again like it knew exactly what I wanted. I quickly test the theory.

"A french vanilla iced coffee sure sounds good right now." Why did I pick that? I don't know it's just the first thing that came to mind.

My theory quickly jumps back down to square one seeing that I hadn't been greeted with anything. Sighing and in silence, I sit waiting for whatever fate had in store for me.

In what seemed like forever, I'm finally dropped near a gazebo. I couldn't tell you why even if I knew this would be very hard to explain.

I'm able to walk and move again so I decided to investigate. What a strange place this is. I walk closer to the gazebo and words begin to form along the top, "Dagdalor elious Mitrius" Strange indeed.

What language is that nothing I've ever seen. Then again I only speak English so all hope isn't lost. For what, that I don't know.

I continue walking into the gazebo the stone walls and the wooden benches catch my eye. They were beautifully made.

I take a seat since there is nothing much I can do. I'm all alone in this unknown woods waiting for an unknown something.

I sit face down into my palms as I think of all the possibilities. Am I going to die here? Am I dreaming? Is this even real?

I sit thinking and thinking and thinking and then the most beautiful voice spoke out to me. "Sorry to keep you waiting," I look up to see a woman standing before me. Her voice calmed me.

Little time goes by as I examine this woman. Her eyes as blue as the sea, her posture as straight as a pencil, her garment looks as if made from some of the finest silks in the world but her accent was like none I've heard.

She's an older woman, much older than I am. I gather the strength to stand up from where I was sitting and walk to the other side of the gazebo. Softly I say "where am I and who are you".

She chuckles softly but then catches herself. I see her in my rear vision fixing herself as if to look hardcore. "My name is Diane, as for where we are,... well, that isn't important right now."

Her tone much different now..no longer calming instead she sounds powerful and urgent. "Important?" I say rather softly.

"What can be more important than finding out where I am so I can get home." Silence dawns upon us and as I turn to face this woman my eye meets her blue eyes. I feel a strange feeling overcome me like an extreme nervousness.

"You have nothing to be afraid of young atlas." Her voice once again calming but my name isn't Atlas. "Sorry I think you have the wrong person.." "I know who you are, Reagan," she says.

At this moment I don't know what to be madder at, the fact that she cut me off or that I am so lost in every aspect. Not only do I not know where I am but I also have no idea what is going on.

This might be the worst day of my life. "We have lots to talk about, walk with me," she says as she exits the gazebo.

I follow her out and onto a path leading deeper into the woods. We walk quietly for a while and I take in the sight. The trees, the plants, and flowers. They grow so beautifully, so perfectly.

"I know you have many questions and I have no doubt what I'm about the tell you will raise more, but this is the way it has to be.

" Now I'm really scared. She does have a point, I do have so many questions mostly about how I'm getting home but now that I think about it, it's beginning to look like I was brought here for a reason.

I don't know what but I guess she is going to tell me. "Well, first I would like to know where I am." Though she said before that it wasn't important, I still had to ask. She stopped walking once the words left my lips.

She turned to me and said, "Edenwoode, we're in Edenwoode." I have never heard of any place like that, I have a feeling I'm pretty far from home.

"What state is that in?," even with saying it I knew deep down I wasn't going to get a very good answer. "Edenwoode doesn't exist in your realm," as she says those words it's like a dagger to the heart.

I become overwhelmed with thoughts, am I going to die? Am I going to ever get home? Even as all of this is going through my head I don't want to show this stranger my fear.

I quickly collect myself and my thoughts and I try to stand before her boldly so she doesn't see my fears.

"We have little time young atlas and what I am going to tell you it isn't going to make much sense at first but it will all be well soon, I promise you that." I couldn't keep a collective face any longer.

Though I tried to look bold deep inside I was panicking. What was going on and why does it feel so strange to be here? "I..I can handle it just tell me what I need to know," she turns to me her face showing no expression and then continues to walk down the pathway.

"The world you think you come from is not your own and never will be, you're 18 now and you need to know the truth," I am more confused now that she's said all of that.

What is it even supposed to mean, the world I come from is not my own. "I know it doesn't make much sense now but bare with me as I explain.

Reagan, you come from a different world, not the one you live in now but this world a world of magic and Kings and Queens.

A world that is seen as fantasy in the world you live in. It's going to be hard explaining why you ended up there and hadn't grown up here but that can be all done when you get here.

Don't fret all will be well just know that you are very special and everything that we have done to lead up to this moment is because we care for you."

Her tone seems sincere and that takes away from some of my nervousness but not my confusion. It seems unrealistic that I would be from another world or the fact that a stranger can care so much about another stranger unless she is not a stranger at all.

"You must go now, so I must leave you with this last message. I will send someone to get you and bring you home so be prepared if you have to say goodbye to the ones you love for this is inevitable."

And just as she came she left and I soon woke up in my bed doused in sweat and filled with confusion.