August 27, 2018 | Posted in WooFPAK Heroes
Legacy is happy.
It’s obvious in the way that he’s curled up around Jim’s feet, fast asleep beside the fire. Just looking at the stray dog makes something go warm and happy in Chase’s chest. When he talks, he makes sure to keep his voice low, so as not to bother the sleeping mutt. “I’m so glad that he came back here with us. I was really worried that he might not, you know? I was worried that he’d be too scared to come back, or he’d get back here and realize how many humans were here, and take off.”
“I don’t think he has plans of going anywhere,” says Jag, cheerfully. His tail wags a few times, thumping against the ground. “Do you think WooFDriver’s going to take him into the town?”
“As long as he’s not taking us back to that lake,” says Chase. “I don’t really care where we take Legacy.”
Zarro snorts. He rolls onto his side, batting at Chase with one front paw. “What’s up with you and that lake?”
Chase hesitates for a long moment, leery of his pack mates making fun of him. He loves them a lot, but they can be mean sometimes. Not on purpose, but still.
Princess insists, “if something’s bothering you, we need to know. It could be important.”
“It’s just…I keep having dreams. About the lake. And I get a bad feeling whenever I look at it,” says Chase, frowning. He tilts his head to the side, gaze flickering towards the place where the dam should be resting. His ears flick back. “I think there’s something not good about it, and I just…I really just don’t want to be here, okay? I want us to finish with whatever WooFDriver wants to do, and I want to leave.”
“A dream,” repeats Princess, disbelieving.
“Yes,” huffs Chase. He turns his head, so he doesn’t have to look at her. “A dream. About a city. And a flood. And I just don’t like it, okay?”
Zarro is quick to say, “we probably won’t be here a lot longer. Just have to do something with Legacy, right?”
Chase huffs again. It comes out as a soft, sad sound. “Right. Just have to do something about Legacy.”
The night, Chase is the last one awake. He’s worried that he’s going to have another dream – rightfully so, too, for the moment his eyes finally close with slumber, Chase finds himself standing in the streets of the town again. They’re partially flooded. The water is halfway up his legs. “I don’t like this,” he says. “I don’t like this at all.”
There’s something uncomfortable about knowing you’re dreaming and still being unable to wake up. He walks through the empty streets until he catches the scent of – Legacy?
It smells like Legacy.
Chase runs after the scent. He tracks it to an intersection where two streets cross. Legacy is sitting in the middle of the flood waters, pelt sopping and dirty. Chase asks, “what are you doing here?”
Legacy opens his mouth. Silver air falls out with every word. “The water is coming. You have to hurry.”
Chase looks up. Dark clouds blot out the sun. “A storm?”
“The water is coming,” repeats Legacy, with the same, blank tone. “You have to hurry.”
“Hurry where? Do we need to leave? I don’t – I don’t understand what’s going on!”
Again, Legacy just repeats himself. “The water is coming. You have to hurry. The water is coming. You have to hurry. The water is coming. You have to hurry.”
Thunder crashes. Or maybe that’s the sound of a wave, coming to crash down on the town? Maybe it’s the sound of Chase’s own heartbeat, magnified by a thousand?
He’s not sure but he hates it, and he’s still hating it when he wakes up in the middle of the night, to find that everyone else, Legacy included, is still fast asleep.
In the very far off distance, thunder rolls. Chase can barely smell rain on the air.
He whines and hopes that the water isn’t actually coming.
After all, there’s always a chance that a dream is just a dream. There’s always a chance the storm will miss them.
Katelynn E Koontz – Author