Lucy strode into Paula's corner of the cave, closing behind her the sheet had been put up to give the patient some privacy, and to reduce (unsuccessfully) the amount of noise that the patient heard. Paula was of course familiar with Lucy, as he was to all of the toys: she was impulsive and sometimes rash, but she had a kind heart. And her smile could light up a thousand rooms. But this Lucy seemed different. Her eye's had a cold, hard, callous look.
Maybe she was just mad? That seemed to be obvious. Yet it seemed to Perla to be so much more than that. Something menacing. Lucy walked forward, and with great difficulty, as a tear rick rolled down her cheek, she started to speak. But before a word left her mouth, the knight Mattindell pushed past the curtain too.
He was a beautiful toy, a doll so to speak (although those that would actually play with him would probably prefer the term "action figure" instead). He had a full suit of silver armour, with the slightest trim of gold. A red feather adorned his helm. He had no shield, due to the fact that his behemoth of a sword required two hands to wield properly. The blade flared up to the tip, causing it to look quite menacing. The hilt and pommel were magnificent, precious gems infused in them: A diamond, sapphire, aquamarine, opal, ruby, and amethyst in the hilt, and a large emerald served as the pommel. Each stone shone like a sun, displaying its's high quality to all. It seemed quite odd that someone would put valuable jewels in a children's toy, though. But the strangest thing of all was the fact that the blade was sharp. This seems to go against everything you would expect; because why would someone make a toy and then give it something so dangerous as a sword that a child could hurt himself on? Yet, it had always been so.
Mattindell looked directly at Lucy with a piercing glance. Immediately, Lucy's entire behavior changed. With what looked like a slight shrug of relief, she walked out of the room.
"I'm so terribly sorry Perla, but there is no need to worry; you will not be interrupted again"
Once again, Perla entered the world of dreams. His following dream was so vivid, he would remember, and ponder upon, it for many days to come. He was falling, falling from the sky. The Earth was green, like it had been before ragnarok. Below him was a grove filled with trees that were twisted in all sorts of amusing shapes. He was falling with such alacrity, he reached the ground in mere moments. But instead of hitting the surface with great impact, he went through the ground. He would later compare it to falling through a painting, with a large hole in the canvas left behind. Another ground below him. This time, it was an open book that smelled of a familiar scent. Through again, he just kept falling. Now portraits of several of the toys in peculiar positions. Lucy, roundhouse kicking some sort of dark blob; Mattindell holding his sword high; Tu resting peacefully on a bed; Broken tin soldiers littered on the ground; Rutherford surrounded by barbed wire; and last of all, Perla, sitting in a high-backed chair, flames flowing like water behind him, and a malevolent smile on his face.
Perla awoke in the morning to the sight of Tu standing next to the bed, watching him with anxious anxiety.
"What happened?" asked Perla.
"As foretold in Norse mythology, the end of the world is here. Everywhere, people are dying in higher and higher numbers. Those that aren't burned alive by the flames are crushed by giants made up of ice or fire." answered Tu plainly.
"Wouldn't the flames of ragnarok melt the ice giants?"
"No, no. It doesn't work that way. Anyone who expects the laws of nature to act normally in times like these really needs to get out more."
"As if I could get out, do to the fact that I've lived solely in an old house all my life."
"Good point."
"Tu, how long do we have before the flames reach us?"
"Depends. In this cave, a day or two. If we manage to find a sacred tree that somehow is also immune to fire, we might be able to wait this out."
"What will happen if we do make it out of this alive?"
"I assume that some sort of evil dictator will take over the world and make slaves of the survivors (which would be the people who also managed to find a sacred tree to find refuge in)."
"Tu, you seem to act like it isn't that big of a deal."
"Putting aside the ethics of slaughtering trillions of people, who knows that this new ruler won't be better than the ones we've had so far? But enough of this. Perla, do you think that you can walk?"
"Yes, I believe so, if I take it slow."
Fantastic. We're moving out."
"But I thought that you said that we would have a few days of solace here!"
"Sure, but what would we do? Wait here until a few days pass and then die a miserable death? No thanks. I prefer more active approaches"
At this, Tu walked out of the room.
To be continued...
I'm not that happy with this portion of the story, especially the bit with Lucy. Most of this is bad writing. It has a few redeeming parts, I did manage to smooth out some of the more offending parts, but overall it isn't as good as I am capable of. Just like I told Ryan yesterday, my eloquence (which wasn't even that good in the first place) seems to have withered...
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