What would it be like to find yourself in a different world from the one in which you were born? Read on and see what Janus Roland has to say when he finds himself in just such a situation.
There was nothing for me to relate to when I found myself in
the world of Ave. One moment Derek, Kent
and I were drifting along an extended lake on a boat in thick mists, and soon
after we found ourselves in another world entirely.
It really happened just like that. From entering mists during the night, to
having the mists part to reveal broad daylight coming from a sun that isn’t
your own.
Looking up into a sky that is a completely different color
than any sky you have ever seen , and then looking back and seeing a horizon that was not there before, is
sobering, to say the least. There wasn’t
one sign of the world we came from, anywhere we looked. Not a power line, a building, a cell phone
tower, sign of a road … nothing at all.
A completely different geography.
It was just a big, vast wilderness, with a huge forest sprawled out just
ahead of us.
What can anyone do in such a moment? I suppose you just have to react, or you are
going to be overwhelmed. That’s not
entirely unlike a dream, in that you respond to the circumstances and
surroundings, no matter how strange they might be, and even if it’s a nightmare. Any of us that dream do it on a regular
basis. In a sense, we participate in
another world as if we were a part of it.
We deal with all kinds of environments and even creatures
sometimes. In dreams I’ve walked under
water, I’ve flown high through the upper skies, and I’ve seen things that
didn’t exist in my waking world … and in the moments I experienced them they
were real to me.
Whether it is a dream or something real, the mind is incredible
in how it can make adjustments. It is
either that, or go crazy. I think Kent
almost did cross that line, as he had been alone in Ave just before Derek and I
rejoined him. I’m glad I didn’t go
through a moment of fear like that, thinking I was by myself in another world.
Experiencing the phenomenon with two friends gave me a
little more strength to face the enormity of it all. We eventually ran into a few others from our
world, Mershad, Erika, Logan, and Antonio.
Sharing this experience together certainly aided our ability to deal
with the harsh reality of being in a new world that we had no warning or
preparation for.
Looking back on it, I suppose being so numb emotionally kind
of helped as well. At the time that all
of this happened, I was going through a deep period of grief after losing my
father unexpectedly. When you are going
through something that painful, there is a gray haze hovering over about
everything. It saps you of motivation,
and is a kind of deep depression, in a way.
I’m still dealing with that sorrow, but the things we’ve faced in this
new world have kept my mind distracted for some periods of time, even if the
emptiness is still always there inside of me.
Only one thing will make the emptiness go away, and that one thing seems
an impossibility to me now.
Now I find myself cramped in the dank hull of an Avanoran
ship, a captive, along with a few of my new companions. It seems so much has happened since we found
ourselves in this world. There wasn’t
much time to acclimate, as we were taken in by a group of tribal warriors not
long after coming into this world.
The bodies of the warriors were painted red and black, and
they had a very hard look about them. We
had several arrows trained upon us, and there was no doubt in my mind that if
they had thought us enemies we would have been killed. We found out later that they were a war party
shadowing a massive army gathering on their borders, so I am surprised they
even gave us the benefit of the doubt. I am certainly glad they did.
Thankfully, we had been given the gemstone pendants that
helped us with speaking languages and understanding them, or I do not even want
to begin to think how hard it would have been to deal with the things of this
world. The one they call the Wanderer
was our benefactor, though what he is doing I can’t say. It is clear that the tribal people had a
tremendous respect for him, and that he was regarded as a friend to them.
Whatever he was, he could not have stopped the devastating
attack on the village we had been taken to.
I can still remember rushing out of the village as large stones crushed
the dwellings all around us, and all of the cries that filled the night. Looking up and seeing these huge, dark winged
shapes in the night sky was so surreal.
I can remember the aftermath, with all of the death and sorrow. My own wounds from grief are still raw, so it
was especially difficult to see the agony of the survivors who had lost loved
ones.
I’ll never forget seeing a little girl cradling the broken body
of her dog that had died in the attack.
Moments like that make me feel so helpless, and it brought a deep pain to
my heart to see her crying. I felt so drained
when I left the ruined village, my legs felt like they were made of lead as I
walked back down the slope of the hill the village sat atop.
Only a powerful dream I had shortly thereafter helped me to
regain a sense of my bearings. I have
had such dreams from time to time, and I can say they can bolster you
sometimes.
I can’t say this world is any more brutal than the one I
left. The wars in my own world are just
as devastating to families that suffer them.
It doesn’t matter if it is a big flying beast or a high-tech drone or
fighter jet, the shock and grief of losing a loved one in such destructive violence
is just as horrific.
It was out of this tragedy and the looming invasion of the
tribal lands that it was decided by our Onan hosts like Ayenwatha and
Deganawida that we would be taken to an island, with the intention of keeping
us safe from those who had attacked the village. On the island were the people known as
Midragardans, who are everything I envisioned when I read about Vikings in my
own world. Only the Vikings of my world
could not take to the skies upon big flying wolves, which are what their Fenraren
steeds are like.
Yet even the island wasn’t safe, as it was attacked very
soon after our arrival by Avanorans by sea, and a non-human race called Trogens
who came upon their own kind of flying steeds.
The Trogens are incredibly strong.
They have faces like pit-bulls … that’s the best way I can describe them
… and one might have killed me were it
not for the intervention of a big dog from the Midragardan settlement. I don’t know what motivated that dog to
intervene, but stranger things have happened to me and I’m not about to
question my good fortune in that moment.
We did not get away, but we lived. I was separated from my friends Derek and
Kent, and do not know their fates. I
hope they found a way to escape, and there’s a chance they did, as I think they
would be with me now if they had been caught.
I am with Erika, Antonio, and Logan in the Avanoran ship, and I have no
idea where we are sailing to.
At least I am not alone.
Erika brings some light into my world.
She is a beautiful woman, inside and out, and I like her more, the more
I get to know her. She is the strength
of our group right now. Logan just
broods, and Antonio is full of fear about our situation, but both of them are
my companions. I know Erika has her own
fears, but she keeps up a confident appearance that I know is for our
benefit. I just don’t know how long any
of us can remain confident in this dark musty hold of a ship.
We will have to see how everything plays out. To be honest, I don’t even know if I will
live to see tomorrow. We are not in
control of our destiny, that’s for certain.
Others are deciding our fates. Right
now, it is just a matter of surviving from one day to the next
.
I don’t know if we will ever find our way back to our world,
and I don’t even know if I will ever see Derek and Kent again. I can’t dwell too much on those fears. I just
have to keep moving forward as best as I can.
At the end of the day, the only way I can guarantee that I will find no
answers is if I come to a stop, and I definitely don’t intend to do that, no
matter how horrible I am feeling inside.