Snippet #2191810

Lucas’ eyes finally opened, finding it hard to even manage that his eyes adjusting to the dim light of the room. His eyes finally focused on his surroundings taking in the sights; they weren’t much but it was a lot better than where he had passed out at. When his body finally allowed him to sit up, he got an intense feeling of vertigo, almost as if his body was telling him it wasn’t ready to get up, but he wasn’t going to stay in bed when what he hoped was a nightmare didn’t seem to be. He moved his legs to the edge of the bed his entire body ached, mostly his head, that bull-man he fought must have tap danced across his forehead while playing some sort of folk music. He rubbing at his forehead trying to focus his thoughts as he used the nearby end table to balance himself, only now noticing the cup that was on it, and the faint taste of chocolate or cookies, something he couldn’t quite place at the current situation.

He stumbled his way to the door turning the knob stumbling his way out into the den, now his had to adjust to the light of day coming in through the windows and the screen door, but that wasn’t the interesting thing, the entire den seemed odd, and smelled of fresh grapes. He frowned and turned towards the door; the warmth of the sun felt good on his aching body pushing his way out to the front porch, and if it were humanly possible his jaw would have hit the wooden porch that he had stepped out on. What he first noticed was the cabins, not so much cabins as ancient Greek-like buildings, he rubbed at his eyes to see if this was all a hallucination caused by his aching skull, but no such luck; after his realization of the cabins, his eyes fell on the campers now seemingly going about their day as if he was just another kid that got lost and managed to wind up here after the storm though he wanted to call out and ask where he was, he kept his mouth shut his mind registering what his eyes had seemingly ignored; this kids were armed! Some of the campers seemed to be walking off towards an archery range with a quiver on their backs and bows in their hand, others swords at their hips and breastplates on their torsos.

Lucas made his way to the railing leaning against it his head now throbbing with all this new information that it was gathering, but that was before the whinny and the whooshing sound passed over his head. He looked up just happening to catch a glimpse of a… flying horse? His eyes grew wide for a moment and then he just closed his eyes placing his head against the railing. “Nope, just a dream, can’t be real flying horses, armed kids cabins with Greek-influences. This place was making less sense by the moment, not to mention his fight with a tighty-whitey wearing bull man, that choked his mother to golden dust. “I’m going to wake up..on the side of the road and my mom’s going to be shaking me awake yep..that’s how it’s gonna play out..” He mumbled to himself quietly trying to keep standing, and using the railing to keep him up-right.