05-31-2015, 02:58 PM
Harry's dreams on this island were far from calm. The problem with, and the point to, shoving away Winter until he needed it was that he still felt all his guilt. Samus having to execute that kid, weird powers and aggression or not, dredged up some unpleasant memories. His dream didn't have a narrative; he was just reliving everything he'd ever done wrong. DuMorne's ruined form stumbling out of the burning house that had been Harry's home for years, watching Victor Sells devoured by the demon he'd summoned, Bianca's mansion burning down with all those innocent victims still trapped inside. Aurora torn to bits by a swarm of tiny fairies armed with box cutters. Executing the Corpsetaker in Luccio's body. The memories were accompanied by fears that had yet to be realized; Molly being executed because of him vanishing, Murphy being slaughtered by something he hadn't been there to save her from, Michael and his family murdered at the hands of Nicodemus Archelone.
Harry Dresden slept, but he did not rest well.
When he awoke, it was to Samus nudging him awake, clad in her bright orange armor. "We need to move, Harry." If he'd given any indication as to the type of dream he had, she didn't comment on it. The wizard was grateful for that. He didn't want to talk about that dream. Harry stood up and grabbed his gun and bag, and the group set off, leaving the cave behind for the damp terrain outside. They traveled in silence, mostly, until they found a defensible position; a clearing just a few minutes from the road, an old campsite from the looks of it. There were the remains of a small storage shed on the outskirts of the campsite, torn to shreds by the hurricane and scattered throughout the treeline; the impromptu team grabbed the sheet metal pieces that had made up its roof and propped it up against a few trees, creating some sort of shelter that they'd be able to sleep in later.
The wizard excused himself to go gather some wood together, a skill honed through years on Ebenezar's farm. He returned after a ten-minute absence, piling the wood together in the firepit in a textbook pyramid. It took time and effort, but eventually he managed to get a small fire going. Small enough that it didn't smoke much, and it didn't provide that much heat either, but with all the injuries that people had sustained, a bit of warmth while they trekked across the island for the packages like the one they'd found earlier would certainly not go amiss. The coming daylight would hide the fire even better than the lack of smoke.
As the five of them sat in their campsite, Harry decided he couldn't take the silence anymore. "So... scary stories?"
Harry Dresden slept, but he did not rest well.
When he awoke, it was to Samus nudging him awake, clad in her bright orange armor. "We need to move, Harry." If he'd given any indication as to the type of dream he had, she didn't comment on it. The wizard was grateful for that. He didn't want to talk about that dream. Harry stood up and grabbed his gun and bag, and the group set off, leaving the cave behind for the damp terrain outside. They traveled in silence, mostly, until they found a defensible position; a clearing just a few minutes from the road, an old campsite from the looks of it. There were the remains of a small storage shed on the outskirts of the campsite, torn to shreds by the hurricane and scattered throughout the treeline; the impromptu team grabbed the sheet metal pieces that had made up its roof and propped it up against a few trees, creating some sort of shelter that they'd be able to sleep in later.
The wizard excused himself to go gather some wood together, a skill honed through years on Ebenezar's farm. He returned after a ten-minute absence, piling the wood together in the firepit in a textbook pyramid. It took time and effort, but eventually he managed to get a small fire going. Small enough that it didn't smoke much, and it didn't provide that much heat either, but with all the injuries that people had sustained, a bit of warmth while they trekked across the island for the packages like the one they'd found earlier would certainly not go amiss. The coming daylight would hide the fire even better than the lack of smoke.
As the five of them sat in their campsite, Harry decided he couldn't take the silence anymore. "So... scary stories?"
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