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appeared. There was only utter darkness with the
constant drip, drip, drip of water.
    I moved slowly through the space
expecting to find something or someone, but nothing was there.
Slowly, I followed the sound of the dripping water uncertain of
what else I was supposed to do. It felt like I wasn’t anywhere,
lodged in utter darkness and surrounded by frosty air. It was the
most whacked vision I’d ever had.
    Where was I?
    Following the sound of the water, I
moved across the blackened space touching nothing, until I saw
something glimmer in the darkness. Moving towards it, I reached out
and slid my hand across a pane of glass—black glass. Its surface
glowed a dim mixture of blues and blacks. Its reflection contained
me and the nothingness behind me. When I reached out and touched
the pane again, the glass moved under my fingers. The surface felt
like gelatin—thick and cold—with just as much give. Moving
cautiously, I slid my finger down the glass watching it ripple
beneath my touch.
    Suddenly an image began to form within
the black pane, and I could see the place where the water dripped.
I gasped, not expecting to see him there. Collin was sitting in the
corner of a cell that was carved from stone. Water dripped down the
walls, staining the rocks with colored streaks. When I gasped, he
looked up. His eyebrow arched, as he rose to his feet, walking
towards me with a perplexed expression on his face.
    My heart raced in my chest as I put my
hand on the glass and pushed. But no matter how hard I tried, I
could not go through. The dark mirror had hardened. “Collin…” I
spoke into the glass as my fists hit the unyielding
surface.
    “ Ivy?” he said softly. He
stood in front of me, and finally shook his head. I watched him for
a moment trying to understand what I was seeing. It was the place
where Collin was trapped. He’d walked right in front of me, but he
didn’t seem to see me. But, how did he know I was there? He shook
his head and mumbled, “I’m losing my mind,” before he sat back down
in the corner.
    I beat my fists into the black glass
screaming his name, but it didn’t give. It didn’t let me pass. It
wouldn’t let him hear me. It was the cruelest thing I could have
imagined. I was so close, and I couldn’t do anything. What was
happening? Was this the past or the present? It seemed like he knew
I was there, but he thought he imagined it. And this black glass,
what was it? Did the mist leave it behind?
    I sat at the foot of the enormous dark
glass and watched Collin for a while. All the things I wanted to
tell him swam into my mind. But he couldn’t hear me. My teeth bit
my bottom lip as I sat there helpless to free him. Collin didn’t
seem hurt the way he was in the vision with the dragon. That was
yet to happen. The scars on his body were few, and his skin didn’t
have the sickly pallor of the dead. Collin hung his head and ran
his fingers through his hair. He looked up one last time when I
decided I should go back and ask Al what the black glass was, and
how to use it. There had to be a way to use it. When I first
touched it, the glass didn’t resist me—my hand almost melted into
it like it was nothing more than a slice of warm butter. But it
wasn’t. Something I did made it hard. The pane didn’t shatter under
the blows of my fists. It wasn’t glass no matter what it looked
like. But what was it?
    As I stood to leave, Collin’s eyes
connected with mine. For a moment, I thought he saw me. I wished he
saw me. I wished he could hear me. I wished I could save
him.
    Touching the glass, I said softly,
“You were right. I was so blind. Why couldn’t I see it when you
were standing in front of me?”
    I shook my head. Why is it that I
don’t notice things until it’s too late?
    It’s not too late. Not this time. I
wouldn’t grieve for him. He wasn’t dead. He was trapped, and
trapped people can be freed.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER SIX
     
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