I simply stared at Alick and Durin, letting it all set in.
Then I burst out laughing.
OK, I knew I that, because of my dreams, I could be gullible, but really, that was just too much.
Once I started laughing, I couldn’t stop. My sides started to ache, so I wrapped my arms around my stomach. I started rocking back and forth a little, and nearly fell over and off my rock, into the river shore.
“You--you’ve got--got--” I couldn’t go on. My little fit of hysterics was making it impossible to speak.
After several minutes--and a glare from some old lady jogging in one of those awful track suits--I finally managed to subdue my laughter enough to breathe. I took several deep breaths--a few giggles escaped me--and I managed to look back up at Alick’s stern face.
This only made me want to start all over again, though I somehow managed to control myself.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I succeeded in choking out.
“Do I look like I’m kidding, Megan?” Alick said.
“Meg.” Grr….
“I’m serious Megan, do I look like I’m kidding?”
“My name is Meg.” I said indignantly. He’s never going to get it, is he?
Alick once again sighed, rather exasperatedly. Then he turned around.
“Caden, you’re a teenager. Talk to her. I give up.” Alick retreated, and in his place stepped the musician.
“Hey.” he said. “I’m Caden Gabriel.”
Being polite--I mean, he hadn’t irked me yet that day--I responded, “Hi. I’m Meg.” I looked pointedly at Alick, who simply fussed with his sleeve cuff again.
“Meg, before you completely give up on the idea that this is all fake, could I show you something?”
“Oh, why not?” I said.
Caden crouched down and took something from the Wal-Mart bag; the name book.
“In Aislin Jihan,” said Caden. “names are everything. You’re name somehow defines you. It can tell about how you look, act, think, even what you are.”
He handed me the book.
“What does Meg mean?” I asked.
“It hardly matters.” said Alick, stepping forward, pushing Caden aside. I thought he gave up.
“You were named by your parents, who haven’t a clue.” he said.
“Well then,” I said. “tell me, who were you named by?” Probably the sun and the moon spirits or some other crap.
“Everyone in Aislin Jihan,” he started. “is sent to the Pool of Avel, where their parents drop them into the waters.”
I must have looked as horrified as I was, for Alick said, “When submerged in there, you can breathe. Avel means breath. It is literally a Pool of Breath.
“No one knows exactly what happens down there, but legend has it that there is a water nymph named Keren that lives there, and she paints your name onto you. The only fact is when you come out, you have your name written somewhere on you.”
Alick kept talking, but I was starting to get pretty good at zoning him out. I started leafing through the name book. I decided to look up Durin, just for the fun of it. I got to the Ds, and I found Durin.
Name: Durin. Gender: Male. Origin: German. Meaning--
“Mythical Dwarf?!” I spat out. It was only then that Alick noticed I hadn’t been giving him my complete and undivided attention.
“Well, yes,” said Alick. “In a sense. Let me explain.”
“No,” I said.
“No?” asked Alick. “What do you mean ‘no?’”
“I mean, I’m through hearing your explanations. None of this is real, and it’s getting real old real fast.”
“Of course this is real,” said Alick. “You would know if this was a dream because of--”
“My coin.” I finished.
“Exactly.”
“Here’s the thing. My coin is burning my thigh. Through my pants.
“Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to go home, go to bed, and wake up.”
And without further ado, I grabbed my backpack, and ran atop the rocks and through the park. I reached my bike and took off. My hair whipping around me, I pedaled furiously and carelessly across the road, nearly getting hit in the process.
When I reached my house, I ditched my bike on the front lawn, and rushed upstairs. I swung open and slammed the door all in one motion, and dove for my purple comforter. Right then I needed a little comfort.
“Go to sleep,” I whispered to myself. “Go to sleep so I can wake up. This is just too weird. Please, go to sleep.”
Despite my demands, sleep came not. Which was weird because usually I woke up the moment I hit the covers.
“Go to sleep,” again I commanded myself, almost frantically.
“It’s not going to work.”
My squeezed-tight eyelids flew apart. I bolted upright. Perched on my open windowsill was Caden. I clamped my hand over my mouth to stifle a scream that begged to be let out.
After the initial shock had passed, I slowly lowered my hand. My chest was pounding and my eyes were wide.
“What are you doing here, Caden?” I asked in a mixture of disbelief and irritation.
“You’re not dreaming.” he said in a matter of fact way.
“Uh, yeah. I am.” I said. “My coin is warm.”
“Really?” he asked, raising one eyebrow and cocking his head..
“Yes, really.” I said, annoyance rising. “Now either get in or get out. When you’re sitting in the window like that, people can see you.”
Caden smirked. “What does it matter if they see me, if this is a dream?”
I sighed, exasperated. “Fine. Do whatever the heck you want. Me? I’m going to sleep.” I collapsed back down onto my bed, and pressed my pillow over my head, in hopes of barricading Caden out.
No such luck.
“Stop being so stubborn and check your coin.” Caden said, slightly muffled through the pillow.
“Fine! Whatever get’s you off my back.” I threw off the pillow and sat up.
I was slightly surprised to see Caden had moved from the window, like I asked, and was now residing on my desk chair. His guitar case was leaning against my desk beside him.
I slipped my coin out of my pocket.
“See, it’s--” my voice trailed off. It felt cool, like any normal coin would. “I--I don’t understand.” I stammered, dumbfounded.
“Wanna know a secret?” Caden asked, leaning forward, his arms on the backrest. “Not only does it heat up during a dream, but also when in a close distance to something--or someone--that originated in the dream world.”
I gazed down at my coin, which was resting in the palm of my hand. I could feel a slight chill coming from the metallic owl. I looked back up at Caden.
“Why then,” I asked. “does it not warm up when I’m around you?”
“Simple.” he replied casually. “I didn’t come from a dream.”
