Chapter 5- First Landing

The blasts of wind were frigid and dreadful. In a rage against the winter blasts, the empty skies were silent and an abundance of snow that had been blown towards the little mountain was a pile-up. Somehow the memory of the man stabbing Anna's heart puzzled her as every time it crossed into her deepest thought, she could feel the pain as it was so real that somehow she guessed it happened and not just here in the Moonland. Yet, it goes in and out of her thoughts as the wind blows, chilling her face. Who was the man again? How could she not remember him?

A moment passed as she strolled. She felt something familiar within her, something tingling. It was sinister but welcoming. Bizarre indeed. Then she comes to a sudden stop, as a familiar scent lingers in the air; a scent she was all too familiar with, like a fresh flower with a tang of the ocean. Anna tilted her nose in the air, closing her eyes, allowing it to lead her where the whiff was going stronger. When it was the strongest, she halted and opened her eyes. She was standing in front of an enormous tree with icy draping branches. The underside had large, grey pajamas and some nice-looking butt cheeks. "What? Wait! '

'A body? A man? Is that him? Is that Mr. Harry Dickhead Camilton? '

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When Harry landed on White Mountain, he exclaimed, "Oh! Bloody shit! My fucking head hurts. What the hell happened? " He complained. Looking around, he began to wonder where the hell he was? First, he wasn't in his mansion master bedroom anymore. Second, it was snowing like hell. The frigid air was making him feel like he was inside a fridge, yet he wasn't cold. Bloody odd.

His blurry eyesight and heavy headache made him close his eyes and just rest there to nap, yet the beauty of the mountain was telling him to memorise its elegance. Regardless, he was beyond surprised. A suddenly alarmed ring in his ears emerged. He knew something was not right. It was like he was in his dreams, yet he knew he was sleeping in his bed. 'What kind of fucking nonsense is this? He's here again? '

"Argh!" Mr. Camilton wobbled among the icy bushes and threw up the contents. He was shivering, not from the cold but from the nauseating feeling. He felt like he was on a roller coaster. He started to assume that what transpired to him wasn't just a simple dream kind of shit side effect. It was more than that. He knew something bizarre had happened. He just couldn't put a finger on it.

Anna watched him in astonishment. 'How on earth? Why is the fucking dickhead even here? In the Moonland, in her dreams? In all places? In the bloody White Mountains? Is this the reason she dreamt of him earlier in her bed? Licking her and tasting the hell out of her? What made her bloody moan? 'How is this even fucking possible?' Anna watched him and was shocked. He never left his eyes on the now confused dickhead.

Harry regained his senses and his reasoning, unable to believe or fathom what just happened. He spoke up but found no words. He was determined to move towards something, as if to make a point, but felt too weak to even raise a finger, so he took a deep breath and thought again. He gave it another effort to better comprehend this bizarre event. He then shrieked like a bloody child and released all of his pent-up emotions of fright, erupting in a series of angry barbs.

What the heck is going on? Where the hell am I? Oh, shit!"  He cried out and surveyed his surroundings. 'As far as I can remember, I was just sleeping in my fucking bed.' He snapped and breathed in. His chest felt too hampered and he was breathless in the duration of his bewilderment. His eyes were already closing. He tried to stay focused and concentrated, opened her eyes slowly, and a gasp escaped her lips.

Behind him, Anna asked. "Mr. Camilton, are you okay?"Mr. Camilton wasn't, but, of course, he couldn't just let her know that. He looked over and turned towards her, this woman in his dream. Was Anna? So he was right after all?

He was more surprised that she'd have the guts to look amused. Anna just stared at him, speechless even. She came to stand in front of Harry, her silky blond hair blown by the wind and her big green eyes so innocent and yet confused. Was this a hallucination? How could she seem so real and beautiful at the same time?'  Standing up, Harry felt his vision still blurring. He paused for a second to clear his mind, then he stuck his nose in the air. That wonderful smell.

Anna has shifted her face.

"I have no idea why you're here, Mr. Hamilton." Chuckling to herself, her eyes bore into him as the idea of him in grey pajamas entered her mind.

Then a shocking alarm changed her gaze as he wondered why, until he recognised that she had been gaping at his clothes, up and down, and was laughing. Her laughter was so free and pure, so innocent despite her adult years. It occurred to his ears as a tickle and bounced-and only a flimsy heart could do anything but join in such a considerable laugh. 

Suddenly, he realized he was in his unfashionable open-neck pajamas, and at that moment he knew he was beyond embarrassed. And at that moment, the embarrassment was immense. He could have hidden it as a child might have, but it was a chance to own it and show that he was more grown-up than all that. With the inner strength of a boss, he had dismissed her laughter.

Then he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Miss Brown, so you think this is funny? Wasn't this what they call a "hallucination"? " He protested, watching the woman half-smiling this time. He ran a hand through his hair to close it out as much as possible. He hated it when the wind messed it up. When he was done adjusting himself, he bent down over her. Then he leaned into her ears, "...Don't forget I'm still your CEO, Miss Brown."

"Oh, common, Mr. Camilton, relax. Take a deep breath, in and out, in and out." Anna smirked. She never took her eyes away from him, she was full of energy. 

Following her stupid suggestion, he asked himself, was he even here? Or was this all just a figment of his imagination? His nightmare? How did he end up here? Was he simply a character plucked from his darkest fantasies? A creation of his unconscious mind?

"Miss Brown, why am I here?"

"Call it whatever you want, Mr. Hamilton, but for your information, you are in my dream." Anna shrugged, "...by the way, I'm tired and cold. I don't want to deal with any drama right now."

"What if this was real? Is this place real? "

"Sir, this land is real. Believe me, I have been here often and trust me, I could walk on this terrain with closed eyes if I needed to and still navigate without a problem." She smirked. 

He stared at her eyes. He glanced at her intently. This was all just too odd for him. Yet, something was strange. The cold white landscape was at once familiar to Harry, but still. The man continued to walk; she didn't even care to look back, so he followed her. Though he wasn't tired, his mind was weary with the burden of worry about this event. The need to protect Miss Brown was like a call to his very nerves. It was screaming for every nerve and power within him. He could have easily pulled off being a walking, dead man without the worry, but he becomes subconsciously awake with this woman. So awake to protect her, and he wonders why. This place was giving her unwanted feelings and confusing her mind.

But don't fret, sir; your confusion will be gone when you wake up, anyway! You won't remember a thing." She added and walked a little further away from him.

He was still in a confused state of shock and could not even muster anger. "Are you certain? But if this is our dream, or I don't know....." it aroused his curiosity, "How can I talk to you so vividly? I have never had such an experience before!"

"Bet you haven't," she retorted back while trying to fight the numbness in her soft hands.

"You realise this is a dream, don't you? Nobody I knew from the human world was here! Except you, now! Nor did I think of any discussion like this or have discussions with anyone. "

"Yes, and so won't I remember this either when I wake up?" 

"Maybe so, for me it is different. I remember everything. I have no idea. I don't even know-how are you here or why are you here, in the Moonland."

"You call this dream Moonland? How original. " He mocked with a brief smile on his lips, looking around, trying not to look intimidated by her big, sparkling green eyes.

"Yes! Mr. I'm-so-confused, at least I didn't name it Dreamland." Anna laughed.

"Whatever, so I recall all the memories of our conversations after I woke up?" He asked while Anna stopped and adjusted her coat. Harry noticed that she was beautiful and long, so enchanting. Gone was the girl in the mansion earlier.

Anna smiled, albeit didn't even bother to answer him back. Instead, she pretended not to listen and hummed a song.

"Miss Brown," he shouted, and still did not respond. He followed her instead.

The shadow mountains then greased over the smooth backs of hills that fluttered across the valley and were clumped with white icy pine as the two walked slowly. With them sauntering, Anna wished to marvel at their beauty. Yet, they kept on going up, fearing what lay ahead. She yearned for a journey like this. It had charmed her awakened heart and flowed out into the tips of her toes, compelling her to want to stop and embrace the beauty of these proud mountains. The air was chilling, but they moved on, unsure of where to go, while the skies darkened above.