“So you want to talk about what happened?” Axel wondered.
“Like I said, I think I was there in the Dreamworld with Loki and Shew,” she couldn’t stop glancing at the purple light.
“Did you actually see them?” he asked, still skeptical. He didn’t know why Fable believed she was in the Dreamworld. Maybe she was hallucinating out of hunger, lack of sleep, or the incredible adventures they had been on since Loki’s arrival to Sorrow.
“I didn’t see Shew,” she turned and faced Axel.
“And Loki?”
Fable looked as if she was afraid to speak Loki’s name, “I did,” she lowered her head.
“What’s wrong, Fable?”
“Loki,” she said softly. “It was horrible.”
“Take it easy, sis,” Axel said. “We don’t have to talk about it now.”
“I have to talk about it!” Fable snapped, raising her head again. Axel noticed her temper had increased since the shivering.
“OK,” he said. “Tell me whatever makes you feel better.”
“Loki was so evil, Axel,” Fable said. “I saw him as the Huntsman, working for the Queen.”
“It was him you were calling a Queen’s bastard?”
“Yes,” Fable said.
“So you were really there in the Dreamworld with him, two centuries ago?” Axel scratched his head.
“In a small village called Furry Tell,” Fable said. “He almost…”
“Almost what?”
“He almost killed me, Axel.”
“Loki. Killing you? He is crazy about you. You’re probably his only human weakness,” Axel said.
“That’s what hurts,” she said. “He had the Queen’s yellow snake eyes, just like when he was in the kitchen with Carmilla.”
“Why did he want to kill you?” Axel said.
“I don’t remember exactly,” Fable said. “It was a strange seizure. I felt like I was there in the Dreamworld but I also felt like I was here in the Schloss. I can’t explain it."
“Are you keeping anything from me, Fable?” Axel wondered. “I feel like you’re lying to me. There is something you’re not telling me.”
“Why would I lie to you, Axel? You need to stop being so suspicious of everything.”
“It’s just that I feel you’re different since what just happened.”
“I’m trying to remember, Axel. Why can’t you understand that?” she touched the small wound that Axel had taken care of.
“Don’t worry,” Axel said. “I took care of it. I stopped the bleeding.”
“Thank you, bro,” Fable said. “But the bleeding was the least of my worries.”
“I’ll take that as a thank you,” Axel rolled his eyes.
“Think about it. I was hurt in the Dreamworld, and bled in the Waking World. That was really scary,” Fable said.
“Are you saying Loki did that to you?” Axel stood up. “I am going to kick his sorry ass when he wakes up,” he made his hands into fists and stared at the purple light.
“If they wake up,” Fable commented.
Axel fidgeted, not meeting her eyes.
“Don’t you think it’s time to admit you deleted the part about how this dream could be broken?” Fable eyed Axel without hesitation.
Axel said nothing, tapping the phone in his hand. He had no doubt Fable was going to do whatever it took to find out how to unlock the dream.
Was it time to tell her? She would not like the answer.
“Do you know what it means that I am wounded here in the Waking World?” Fable pressed harder. “It means that I’m already connected to this Dreamworld somehow.”
“And I wonder how,” Axel confronted her with another suspicious gaze.
“How should I know? Didn’t you see me have a seizure a while ago? What’s gotten into you,” she stood up, still feeling weary. “Someone could kill me in the Dreamworld, and I’ll end up dead here.”
“This is all gibberish, Fable,” Axel said. “Why would you be in the Dreamworld? You’re not one of them. There is no place for you in the Dreamworld. What happened to you is some kind of magic or something, probably because you keep circling this stupid purple light. I told you to keep away from it.”
“You’re right, Axel,” Fable lowered her tone. “It doesn’t make sense that I was in the Dreamworld. I am not a fairy tale character. I have never been that special,” she let out a tight laugh. “But what if one of them is reaching out for us? Maybe they need us to help them. Remember when Loki said you should break the mirror in case they don’t wake in the previous dreams? Now, that we can’t reach it, they could be sending us a message with their minds. What if, Axel?” She walked closer to him, talking politely. “How would you live with yourself if you learned that they needed our help and you stood here, eating your useless food, and doing nothing?”
“I agree with you, Fable,” he said. “I would do anything to help, Loki. You know he is my only and best friend—I don’t care so much about Shew, to be honest. But I can’t help Loki, not even with the information I deleted from the phone—” he realized he was too late. He’d spilled the beans already.
“So you admit deleting how Loki and Shew can unlock the dream,” Fable said.
“Yes, I did,” Axel waved his hands and walked away from her toward the purple light. “So what?”
“So if we’re not going to be able to help them anymore, why can’t you just tell me?” Fable said.
“I guess I have to get it off of my chest,” Axel said. “But you’re not going to like it.”
“It’s been a very unlikable day,” Fable said. “I can live with one more letdown.”
“In order to break free from a locked dream,” Axel turned to face his sister. “The Dreamer or the Dreamhunter has to kill the other to break the spell. Only one of them can wake up alive.”
28
A Splintered Clue
“Are you crazy?” Shew snapped. It wasn’t as if killing the Huntsman was easy, but the thought of even trying to hurt Loki was unacceptable.
“I know it’s hard, but you will stay trapped in this dream forever if you don’t do it,” Alice tried to pat her on the shoulder but Shew pushed her away. “Carmilla has locked this dream with a spell, which means the Dreamworld’s connection is too strong for the Waker to wake Loki up. Even Carmilla can’t do anything about it—she probably didn’t know that, or else she didn’t care.”
“I don’t care either,” Shew brushed Alice away and walked closer to a window, longing to breathe some air of logic.
“Alright, Shew,” Alice lowered her voice to ease the tension. “I need to tell you a little story, if you don’t mind.”
“I thought you didn’t even have much time,” Shew said. “Now you want to tell me a story?”
“It’s the only way to explain the consequences of you staying trapped in this dream,” Alice said. “And what Cerené’s real role is.”
“Cerené?” Shew considered. Even in her darkest hour, she couldn’t resist knowing more about her enigmatic childhood friend. “You have my attention,” she nodded.
“It’s a simple story, just like any other fairy tale,” Alice said, “only much darker.”
“Loki likes those,” Shew mused. “I’m all ears.”
“Since the beginning of time, a mysterious artifact called the Anderson Mirror has been of interest to the forces of the so called good and evil sides,” Alice said.
“Why are you calling them ‘so called’?”
“Because there is no absolute good and evil,” Alice said.
“Also, mirror and glass hadn’t been invented until recently, Alice” Shew interrupted again.
“In our world, yes,” Alice said. “But not in the cosmic world. The Anderson Mirror has existed since long ago. It’s even rumored that Justus Von Liebig, presumably the first man to invent a shiny silvered mirror, was actually trying to replicate the Anderson Mirror,” Alice stopped for a breath. She started walking back and forth in the bathhouse like a teacher in a lecture, lacing her hands together. “No one ever knew who created the mirror or what its purpose was. All we know is that it reflected the worst in people.”