Skye is the Limit by Phenomenal Pen (detective books to read TXT) 📗

“No, we’re not,” the Count answered. “But desperate times call for desperate measures.”

“Is that going to work?” Bear Tooth asked, looking to Man-At-Arms for reassurance.

Man-At-Arms shrugged and turned to Prophet.

“Theoretically,” Prophet answered. “This plan has some merit but I am compelled to warn you: the deeper you go into SKYE, the less stable your memories will become.”

“But that’s the reason you’ll be there with us, right?” Nethril said. “To remind us.”

Prophet made a little flourish that looked so quaint contrasted to his futuristic limbs. 

Man-At-Arms pondered the concept and mumbled thoughtfully: “A dream within a dream. It just might work…”

Without waiting for the others, the Count took his locket pendant from inside the neckline of his chain mail and held it out in front of him. Everyone else did so with the exception of Prophet, who didn’t have any.

“We’ll see you on the other side,” Bear Tooth called to him. “Arright?” 

Prophet nodded.

“Well then,” the Count said.

Outside he looked confident but inside he didn’t know what he was doing. He wanted to break down and give in to despair but he knew that wouldn’t be any good for anybody. Especially in expeditions and other high-risk activities, it was best to be well-prepared and to know the rules and the terrain thoroughly. This was the main reason he was willing to risk making a grave mistake with his idea. So they could reset the board. 

“When you open the locket, there appears to be a notch where your thumb can fit perfectly,” he instructed. “I’ll count down from three and we all press it at zero. Got it?”

Everyone nodded.

“Good luck, Dreamwalkers,” he added encouragingly. “Make our next dream count.”

Grim nods all around.

“Three…”

The Count’s voice sounded slowed-down and distant to the others. It was probably because of the adrenaline rushing through their veins.

Two…

Bear Tooth in particular could hear his heart pumping in his ears. It was so loud he thought it would punch a hole in his chest.

One…

Nethril made a quick silent prayer to whoever was the God of that world and crossed her fingers. Ollie squawked nervously on her shoulder. 

Zero.

Man-At-Arms pressed the notch and felt a sharp pricking sensation that he tried to ignore. A tiny needle must’ve been hidden in the locket because it drew blood from his thumb.

“Ow!” he cried out, hearing simultaneous cries all around. He placed his thumb in his lips to suck the blood and looked at the others. But no matter how hard he tried, everyone was swimming out of focus. He was starting to wake up.       

TO BE CONTINUED…

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