Jacob landed sharply on his rump on some hard, rotting wood. The world was black for a moment, and the pain of realm-jumping had vanished. He was sitting amidst an old collection of trunks and dresses and an unnerving bunch of human-shaped mannequins twisted creepily into positions a normal human could not. One was of a man arching his back forward and pulling his leg in the wrong direction, another was of someone’s neck twisted all the way around while gazing fixedly on their foot which was twisted upside-down beneath their torso etc..
Jacob shivered at the sight of the figures. Groaning, he staggered to his feet. He seemed to be in some kind of dusty attic with old collectors items and decorations hanging around. There was a single round window, outside of which rain pounded furiously, rattling the frame. It made Jacob glad he was inside instead of out.
Peering though the glass, he gasped in shock. The attic was attached to a shabby old shack, which was set upon an old wooden bridge. High speed capsules shot across the bridge, somehow going right through the cabin without disturbing it as if it were a ghost.
Jacob grimaced. This world was just wrong. The moon was a deep crimson, and the night sky was a teal grey. In the far distance were trees, yet instead of leaves, roots dangled in the air. Jacob tiptoed away from the window. He didn’t want to see any more of this..this weirdness.
Inside of him, amid the deep folds of his soul, he felt the sizzling of a black fury at Saurocroth and why he had placed him there.
“Where am I?!” He howled at the roof. Only the groaning of the wood replied. He found himself angry at the Creator for allowing this to happen. He was trapped here in this horrific dimension, while Saurocroth was unleashing his haunting hordes on all of Arryen. The world was a disaster, Jacob’s life was a disaster and he knew it. “Get me out of here!!!!” He yelled.
“Quit, you blithering fool!” Saurocroth’s voice seemed to appear out of nowhere, and disappear again. “Suppress your rage for the moment! The world you are in is controlled by your emotions. If you are angry, then bad things shall happen, if you are sad, then something saddening will take place.”
Jacob paused. His fury cooling a bit. Suddenly, the rain ceased falling, and the sky and the moon returned to their normal color. Jacob also noticed the creepy models had faded away. His acrimony settled completely, and the bridge, the shack, the attic, the trees, the capsules, all of it, disappeared, and Jacob found himself once more in Saurocroth’s country.
Ten-year-old Jaden Rodriguez lives in Valencia California where he reads, writes, draws and swims competitively. He has helped illustrate a book his mom has written, and is in the process of drawing other pictures for a book that his brother currently is working on.