It descended upon me. A sheet that obscured my vision. I felt myself being choked as it filled my lungs. The humming was still swimming in my ears. I felt all my senses being slowly removed.
What was this?
I desperately reached back into my memory as I tried to fight back against the suffocation. I tried to pull everything back in. Maybe if I could summon enough clarity I would be able to fly above the mist. Instead I felt myself descending as fast as the mist had.
The humming had swallowed my hearing so much that my ears were being as smothered as my lungs.
No.
It cut through the humming. It pierced my eardrums and I felt myself suddenly inhale air. Real air.
I collapsed, my knees hitting the hard ground. I gasped. The mist swirled around my legs at the sudden motion, but I could see it desperately trying to grasp me.
No.
Again the voice sliced through the murk that was surrounding me.
Was I dreaming again? Could I force myself to wake up? My head was splitting in half as the humming desperately fought its way back into my brain.
I shut my eyes tightly, rings of light dancing in the darkness. It had to be a dream. I had to be able to wake myself up. In the darkness I saw the lights slowly move together until a form was made.
Its shape was unclear as the lights flew towards one another, building some semblance of a standing figure. It was hunched over slightly at the waist as if it was in pain. I watched as it slowly staggered, its back to me. Then it slowly rose to its fully height.
I was suddenly aware of my breathing, my swallowing, everything felt so loud.
Then the mist attacked.
Had I opened my eyes?
I saw it driving itself forward towards the new figure, intent on its new victim. I was frozen but felt myself screaming.
“NO!”
The figure swiftly rose to its full height and stretched its arms suddenly with a strength that caused me to catch my breath. The mist was shattered, propelled backwards with such force that it was unable to return. It’s pieces fell like glass, scattered onto the ground.
The figure remained with its arms outstretched, its shoulders moving up and down as it inhaled and exhaled its power. Then I saw it slowly collapse.
I realized I was still on my knees as the figure melted. I watched as it slowly turned towards me.
“I just don’t understand.” I whispered.
It began moving slowly towards me and I saw its arm reach forward. Its hand outstretched as it tried to reach me.
Unsure of what to do. I wasn’t sure if this being meant harm or if it truly needed help. I watched as it desperately spread its fingers, pleadingly.
I’d decided.
I felt myself slowly lifting my hand out towards this figure. This figure I didn’t know. This figure that had defeated the mist that had almost taken me.
Then I was in the field again. The sunlight searing my face with its heat.
What did this all mean?