Emerson opened his mouth in shock, realizing, rudely, he assumed the man could speak fluent English. The man spoke of something called a Cyclopean, but Emerson didnāt know how to tell him that cyclops were one-eyed monsters and not lizards of any form. But before he could say anything, another woman joined into the conversation. He glanced over to her, a brief hello passing his lips as he turned his attention back onto the knight. Clearly, he had no idea where he was. Emerson couldnāt fault him though. The man and beast had appeared out of thin air almost and anyone would be lost in that situation.
Before Em could speak, a white light blinded him. He held an arm over his eyes, groaning in annoyance. It felt as if a warm glow had wafted over them. Except this one was very bright, and turned very dark rather quickly. He opened his eyes, black with shimmering stars surrounding them. And by them, he meant all of them. Every person who had gotten into the way of the odd encounter. Emerson couldnāt shake the feeling he was dead. Maybe he had just assumed the monster had died. Maybe it actually killed him and now he was in purgatory waiting to be judged for his wrongdoings.
Hades was with him, causing him to initially think of the movie All Dogs Go to Heaven. It caused a little chuckle out of the man, but the sound of water broke him out of whatever trance he had found himself in. He looked back, watching as the water rose around him. It was probably best to follow the others.
He held onto Hadesā leash, tugging the pup along as he followed the others. The water tugged at his ankles, a terrifying reminder that he was frankly, surrounded by it. An ocean was one thing, but an endless abyss with nothing in sight was entirely another. He picked up his pace, following the light. He didnāt believe in God, but if this was how Emerson was to meet the big man, well, he felt very underdressed.
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He didnāt wake up in Heaven, that part was most noticeable to Emerson. Instead, he was laying in the grass, a man yelling jargon towards him. He wasnāt sure if it was directed towards him, but as he opened his eyes, he realized he wasnāt alone. In fact, everyone was there. His brows furrowed in confusion as he sat upwards, patting himself down to make sure he was still the owner of all his bits and pieces. Luckily, he was.
While the man yelled, another joined. He was big, telling the old kook that they were not thieves. Standing up, Emerson was glad to see his canine companion was still with him. It growled at the old man, something dressed akin to a peasant in a movie. Where in hell was he? Wherever, the accent was odd and it looked nothing like the skyscrapers he was used to.
A woman made her way towards the group, speaking to them of answers and a meal. Frankly, they seemed hospitable, causing Emerson to slump in relief. One man threatened the farmer, or what Em assumed was a farmer, and he shook his head. That was no help to them, and frankly they looked as if they were in a year where guns werenāt a thing. He tugged on the leash in his grip, walking towards the woman with a curt and quiet nod. Words couldnāt come to him at the moment, he felt as if he was trying to swallow acid. He simply stepped inside the cabin, rubbing furiously at his eyes as he did.