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Title: KAAMOS (A Tale For Grown-up Kids)
Author: Robby a.k.a. Mr Naked
Rating: NC17/AU
Pairing: everyone and then some more
Disclaimer: I was smoking some really good stuff when I came up with this.
Betas: Hannelore_K

KAAMOS (A Tale For Grown-up Kids)
Part III – Just Like You Imagined
Chapter 30.

“We’re stuck again, damn it!”

“Maybe we should walk,” Olli suggests. “The ice looks thick enough to hold us.”

We all look at each other - it’s quite a long way to the island, I guess it will take us a few days to get there.

“We should start packing!” Richard decides.

He lights the cig hanging in the corner of his mouth and goes under the deck to get ready for this trip. We all get ready and climb down the ship to the field of ice. At first we walk with timid steps, but soon we gain confidence – the ice is pretty solid.

I turn and look behind us – the frozen blue silhouette of the ship left there, leaning a bit on the side, casting a long shadow on the sparkling whiteness of the ice field covered by a silky thin layer of snow. I adjust the backpack and turn facing the island we’re walking to. Above our heads there’s this blue sky on which float long stripes of clouds - white, gray and almost black. It is some sort of confused weather, for a few minutes everything throwing magic sparkles under the soft rays of the Sun, next it gets very cold and windy, just for the Sun to appear again and calm everything.

We continue our walk for hours, without saying much to each other, but when I look at the shore of the island I see that it still appears very far away. I turn to look at our ship.

“What is it?” Paul asks.

The ship is only a dark blue spot in the middle of the whiteness covering the ocean.

“You noticed it too?” Flake stops near me and we all look at the ship, squinting our eyes because of the bright light reflected by the ice.

“Notice what?” Olli stops near us too.

“What happened?”

Christoph turns and comes back to us.

“It looks as if we’ve walked miles away from the ship, yet we haven’t gotten any closer at all to the island and the mountains,” Flake explains.

I turn and see that Richard has stopped, too. He’s looking at us, squinting his eyes because of the light, his face contorted, but that cig is still hanging from the corner of his mouth.

“That’s strange,” Christoph mumbles as we start walking again.

“Tell me about strange!” Paul replies.

But we all shut up. What wasn’t strange until now?

We are not even looking at each other, we continue our walk, our heads a bit lowered, our glares fixing the ice field we’re walking through. I wonder what places they have been through while I was bouncing from one world to another. Will the ice crack under my feet and some monster’ll sweep me away?

None of these happen though. It’s very quiet, a tense silence, frozen just as this ice we’re walking on. It’s as if we’re afraid of telling the others about the places we’ve been and things we’ve done; it’s as if we’re afraid that in the next second one of us will be thrown into a different place and situation.

This question about when and how we will fight the Dragon pops into my head. We don’t have any weapons. How the hell will we fight with that creature? Is it like one of those Dragons in the stories I used to read to Nele, or is that massive thing made of concrete in which they threw the souls of those that dared to speak against the Beast? We should have thought about what we’ll do once we get face to face with that thing, when we packed to walk to that island.

I look again at the island – those tall, dark blue mountains covered with stripes of the whitest snow, the castle on the top of that peak and that long, very dark cloud above it. It’s been hours since we left the ship, the island and the mountains should have started looking a bit bigger than they did in the moment we started this walk. Indeed, this is getting strange.

Olli is ahead; he stops at one point, waiting for the rest of us to get near him. I turn again to see the ship – it’s only a dark spot at the horizon. Yet, it still doesn’t look like we’ve gotten one millimeter closer to the island.

“It’s starting to piss me off,” Richard says near me as if he knows what I was thinking. But, probably all of us are thinking the same thing.

Once near us, Paul lets himself drop on the ice. He is tired. We are all tired with sore legs.

“You know what this makes me think of?” Paul asks, looking upward toward us.

“What?” Richard mumbles dragging a smoke from that cig while looking at the horizon.

“It is as if it’s a wallpaper,” Paul replies, getting his knees to his chest.

“What do you mean?” Olli takes off his backpack and drops it to the ground, and then he sits on the snow too.

“It’s like a poster on a wall in front of us.”

“This should be one hell of a wall, then,” Christoph replies and sits near the two of them.

“It wouldn’t be impossible,” I mumble looking at Richard.

“You know what’s even stranger?” This one starts as he turns to face us.

“What?”

“I was thinking – after all these hours the way the light is cast should have changed. But it’s as if there’s one motionless source of light.”

“Well, we’re in the North, maybe it’s because it’s summer and it’s daylight for about six months or something,” Paul replies.

We don’t answer. Maybe Paul is right; yet this tensed silence, and this stillness makes it all awfully weird.

I finally decide to take a seat near Olli, Paul, and Christoph. Maybe I should turn the page. But I can’t turn the page until the page is filled. Maybe the island is an illusion. But I’ve seen it, in that room back then, the maps cabinet, as the mermaid called it. Maybe we should have tried to make the ship sail; break the damn ice and … What if the only way to get there is with that ship?

“Hey!”

Christoph’s irritated voice makes me raise my head. Paul was kicking some snow with the tip of his boot, throwing it on Schneider’s feet. But Paul bursts into laughter seeing Christoph annoyed.

“Cut it out!” Richard grumbles, making me think of a mother with her two naughty kids.

“Chill, man!” Olli replies, almost laughing, and grabs a handful of snow and throws it at Richard.

“What the fuck?” Richard grabs a fist of snow too, and throws it at Olli.

I look at Flake; he only grins and shakes his head.

Olli laughs louder and makes a real snowball and throws it at Richard. Richard ducks and the snowball flies a few millimeters from him. Then, he jumps to his feet, as his fingers mold a snowball, and then throws it toward Olli. Olli avoids it, moving quickly from its path, but the snowball continues its flight until it hits something with a thud.

“What the fuck?” Paul whispers and jumps to his feet.

“Shit, man!”

We all look toward the place where the snowball got stuck – a few meters away, on a wall. I stand up too, as Schneider runs to the wall to touch it.

“Paul was right!” Flake murmurs. “It is a wall!”

“And this island thing is painted on it!” Christoph tells us as his hands touch the surface.

If it’s a wall, there must be a door, I’m thinking as I’m walking toward the others gathered around Schneider.

Richard scrapes the remains of the snowball from the wall. Yes, it’s a wall made of stone, a huge endless wall, on which is painted this island covered with mountains and snow. But Richard looks rather concerned, if not annoyed.

“What is it?” I ask him on a lower voice.

“We traveled so far, for so long, just to bump into a stupid wall!” He grumbles as he takes out a brand new cig and lights it from the remains of the cig he had until now in the corner of his mouth.

I guess he is right.

“There must be a breech through this wall,” I say.

“And how will we find it? Walk along this wall? God knows where it starts and where it ends.”

“Maybe he should turn the page,” Flake intervenes.

“It’s not the time yet,” I answer, avoiding looking into Richard’s eyes. “It doesn’t work.”

“Maybe this is the castle where the Dragon hides,” Christoph replies, tapping with his palm on the wall.

“What do you mean?”

“What if this is one of the walls of the Dragon’s castle, and that’s what Till saw in the maps cabinet?” Paul continues Christoph’s thought. “Just that, we need a door to get inside.”

And just as he says that, these thin lines appear on the painted wall, forming a door.

“What the…?”

“How did you do it?” Olli asks.

“I don’t know,” Paul almost yells in excitement and wonder. “I only thought of a door.”

“Just as you thought of a wall,” I mumble, recalling my endless walk through the dark corridors.

~ To Be Continued ~
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