Chapitre 34: Chapter 34: The Cursed Festival

Christopher Dawson

What happens when you die? Do angels flutter about? Do demons duck your head in lava? Is there a God? Is there a Devil? I’m floating somewhere in between— ‘Who will I see when I open my eyes?’ All I want is to see her again—Mary-Allison’s face pops to the forefront of my mind—I open my eyes.

Light. More in focus, I see silver highlights of a gloomy sky. And still, I float. Red water circles me. Rolling from my back, I tread water best I can, my wounds strike with vengeance. I’m not healing fast enough but, at least I’m lucky to still be breathing—It’s been at least fifty years since my last drowning, it’s unpleasant as ever.

Belzaar, far in the distance. I’ve been knocked out for too long, floated too far from shore. Spinning, I find a break. The ferry—Whatever happened to the raft, started on the ferry. Something bad happened, and whatever happened might still be onboard. Cautiously, I paddle forward.