Chapter 10
Once again Davien found himself in the Grayscape, this time by choice. As his body slowly, magically, mended what damage it could, with further aid from his mother, Davien felt no need to spend his days in abject misery and pain. While his body rested, he sat near his companions and listened as they spoke.
As he was eavesdropping Davien spied something peculiar on the horizon ahead of them. Color. It started as a splotch of red in the distance, growing larger as they slowly trundled along the path. Before long he could make out a large figure, apparently crouched along the side of the road.
They were still a good distance away, even in the Grayscape where visual distances could be deceptive, when Davien realized what was up ahead. “Stop!” He screamed but of course to no avail. If he wanted their attention he would have to wake up, and endure all that waking brought with it.
Even with a good distance between them, the figure stood up, and cocked back its arm. A moment later a boulder came crashing down to the left of the wagon, debris flying up from the impact to spatter their one horse with dirt.