"Come, brother. It's time for you to return to the glade!" Skye gets up, smiling crookedly, as she beckons you.
Gasping after what you've just experienced, your shaking hand finds the St. Christopher on your bed stand, and you thrust it at Skye, screaming out your anguish at what she has done to you.
She screams too, in frustration.
You come to, suddenly awake and sat up in bed. There is no one in the dark bedroom before you... Wait - there's a glowing light floating above you, about the size of an orange. The whisper of Skye's scream lingers in the air as the light form suddenly zips away, and passes through the window as if it wasn't there. The oddity departs.
Trembling, you examine yourself.
Your chest hair is normal - as are your ears,legs, and everything else. You are still wearing your boxers, too.
You also had one foot on the floor, as if you were about to go walking...
The St. Christopher is clenched in your hand, however. You grabbed it in your sleep.
Harry tosses over in his bed. "Whassup? I'm trying to sleep, Ben."
"Bad dream," you reply as you recover your wits. "Bad dream."
Both of you are then startled by a scream from the next door bedroom. It's Rachel.
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The next morning, having both managed to get some sleep again, you and Rachel compare nightmare-notes.
Rachel had an experience similar to you - only the lecherous Cedius and the newly-converted, dark-skinned Anarosa were her would-be satyr seducers. The shock of feeling herself change into a satyr woke her up - and she was just in time to see a departing speck of light in her room, also.
Rachel nods when you finish exchanging stories. "It must be their magic," she reasons. "We drank their wine, and now they're giving us vivid dreams. The balls of light were their magical means of affecting our minds, from afar."
"...So we would sleepwalk to the forest glen, and be seduced for real. They would've transformed us, for keeps," you conclude.
"Do you think Dick is...one of them,now?"
"My heart tells me he is," you sigh.
"I wanted to go into the forest," Rachel confesses. "Cedius told me you would be there - and that I could...take you as mine, after I was...reformed." She blushes.
You meet her gaze. There is genuine emotion there. You hold her hand, and she squeezes your fingers gratefully. "I'm - I'm afraid now, Ben," Rachel stammers. "Each time we allow ourselves...to feel any kind of passion..., we're gonna feel that we'll turn into satyrs - even though physically we won't. I sense that's what they've done... Imprinted that image into our minds, by magic - because we stood up to them."
You say nothing for a while, as Rachel takes off her glasses and cries. She allows you to wipe her tears, then you kiss each other, tenderly.
"Let's go home," you suggest.
Rachel nods eagerly. "Today."