Catherine Dives Right In

In the way of explanation, I set up this blog for Catherine Hamsted, nickname Kat. Kat is a girl who exists in the minds and hearts of those who enjoy reading about the exploits of her and her best friend Tobias Carter. Carter prefers to go by his surname. I do not want to give too much away as this is, after all, Kat’s blog. Since she is eager to share her feelings about the strange things that keep happening to her and Carter, I will turn this post over to her.

       Okay… well… I’m Kat. Like Mr. Groll said, I feel the need to share with others what’s been happening to me and Carter, and I want to discuss my feelings and opinions about what it all means. Carter and I agreed not to talk about the bizarre things that keep happening to us with anyone we know personally. The kids at our school already think we are weird.

        My X best friend, Katelyn, keeps telling people that I must be on drugs. I’d like to tell her that after what I saw in the Forge of Providence when Carter and I were in Dearth, I would never do drugs. The Forge of Providence is this massive cave we traveled through and we were tested to see if we were worthy to fulfill this prophesy. While we were in the cave we found this guy lying on the ground, paralyzed. He was crying and begging us to bring him one of these weird mushrooms that grew in the cave. He said that when you eat them you sleep and dream wonderful fantastic dreams that feel totally real. In the dreams you can do anything. But when you wake, you’re paralyzed for ten hours, and while you are awake, you crave another mushroom.  He wanted us to help him go back to sleep. We wanted to help him. He was in so much emotional pain, but eventually he would die from dehydration. We offered to stay with him until he was able to travel and take him with us. He refused. He was determined to dream again and again and again. As we walked away from him, he cursed us. I can still hear his screams as he begged us to come back and relieve his suffering with another mushroom.
        It turns out that the encounter was one of our tests. We were told that we passed. I guess we did the right thing, but sometimes I wonder if it would have been so wrong to give him just one more dream. Did we really do the right thing? I think we did. It’s not that I was judging him. He had the right to do with his life whatever he wanted. It’s just that I didn’t want to make it easy for him to destroy himself. If we don’t let people suffer the consequences of their actions, how will they ever learn a better way? I didn’t want to get in the way of life trying to teach him that life is not a dream. It is tough, but it’s worth living.
        You see. I cannot tell these things to people I know. They wouldn’t believe me, and I’m sure no one reading this will believe me either, but that’s okay. I would, however, like to know what you think about the decision we made.
        Oh… My mother is telling me to get off the computer. Thanks anyone out there who is listening. You don’t know how much this means to me. I got to go. She’s yelling now…