Jeremy Robinson - MirrorWorld

“ If I remember…”

“Understanding is fear’s—and hatred’s—most powerful adversary… and it must be accepted willingly, not forced.” The tendrils spread open, awaiting me.

I’m having trouble accepting that this ancient enemy of humanity is being genuine. The Dread are monsters, in every sense of the word, horrible, ugly creatures that have plagued mankind from the shadows. But we are not much different in their eyes.

“And if I don’t?” I ask.

“You will lack the determination to do what you must, and both of our worlds will burn.”

“You’ll do it, won’t you?” I ask. “Nuke the world?”

I feel the yes more than hear it. “You have felt the network that connects us all,” the matriarch says. “You have seen what happens when a colony loses its matriarch.”

I remember it clearly. All of the Dread connected to it die.

“I am the oldest of the matriarchs. Every colony, as you call them, is connected to me. If my life ends before another ascends…”

“Your world ends.”

“I do not want to destroy your world, but… I will.”

“I get it,” I say. “Mutually assured destruction.” It’s the stalemate that has prevented World War III on multiple occasions. As bad as disagreements and hatred can be, no one wants to end all life on the planet. But the only way that works, is if both sides are actually willing to do it. If the matriarch feels its life—and all the Dread connected to it—is ending, it will, in turn, end humanity.

“I know it doesn’t change anything,” I say, “but I’m sorry. For what I did. For the colony I—”

“These are the harsh realities of the world we share. Conflict. Death. War. We will move beyond them eventually, but for now we must both accept what has happened and move forward.”

“Forgiveness,” I say.

“Yes.”

I see my son. My parents and Hugh. I remember the way they made me feel, and the emptiness their departures left in my soul. But the matriarch shares this pain and more. Without either of us speaking a word, a weight lifts away.

“It is done,” the matriarch says.

I glance at Maya. She’s just watching, still lucid, almost hopeful. She’s still gaunt and weak, but the look in her eyes… I see clarity.

“Are you okay?” I ask her.

She looks a little unsure, which, given her surroundings is understandable. “Better, I think.”

“Do you remember?” I ask. I don’t need to specify what I’m asking about. She knows. The sadness in her eyes says so.

“The memory is different now,” she says. “Distant. Not me.”

“It wasn’t you.” Maya’s body might have thrust the glass downward, but she wasn’t in control of it.

“I’m sorry I was lost,” she says.

“We both were,” I reply. While the Dread took her mind, Lyons took mine. Had both sides just left us alone, we wouldn’t be here right now. I would have stopped Lyons before it got this far. “But we’re back now, and I’m going to finish this, okay?”

She nods.

“I love you,” I say, and look forward as tendrils wrap around my face. I’ve stepped into them before fully realizing I wanted to.

The past slams into my mind, but it’s only vaguely recognizable, and slipping through my thoughts so fast that I can’t get a clear image of any one moment. It’s like all this information is pouring through a mental colander, leaving a residue and the occasional chunk of knowledge. A picture begins to form, and then a narrative.

The Dread are older than the human race, but not much older. They evolved in the mirror world, but as their senses took shape, they became aware of the world between, where they found evidence of the human race in the form of large inanimate structures—Stonehenge, the pyramids, the Great Wall of China—and eventually the world beyond. I see glimpses of now-extinct animals that predated humanity’s rise. And then there are flashing images of Neanderthals and early Homo sapiens. Humanity was evolving, but so were the Dread. Most of the various species I’m familiar with hadn’t fully developed yet. The Dread world was a chaotic place, sometimes spilling into the other worlds as wars and battles were fought between Dread.

In some ways, the mirror was an accurate reflection. While humanity fought for wealth and territory, the Dread did the same. Sometimes battles were fought in the same location, at the same time, amping the fear of men and more deeply instilling the hatred they had for each other. Mankind became more tuned in to the Dread, driven by increasing levels of fear, burying their dead in the earth around colonies, and sometimes offering sacrifices to the Dread, animal and human. The connection between frequencies became a strange, unknown codependency. Some cultures worshiped the Dread. Others demonized them. But as both sides slowly evolved, mankind began to sense the Dread more and more. What had been vague fear or a mere brush with the supernatural became actual sightings and rare physical encounters, especially when Dread, acting as disconnected angry individuals or bored youth, harassed humanity. The sensory ability to detect and later experience other frequencies that the Dread were born with began to emerge in the human race—it’s how we feel their presence at all—and in a few thousand more years the Dread will have to share their world with humanity.

This realization led to a largely unified Dread world. While there were still small bands of Dread clinging to the old ways, pushing fear onto the human race, most Dread pulled back and formed a civilized society built around the matriarchs. Information was passed freely between all unified Dread. While the mirror world found peace in unity, the human race, long steeped in fear, continued to war. And they never truly forgot that there was another world just beyond their reach.

I see images of World War II. A word enters my thoughts: “Ahnenerbe,” the title given to the group responsible for Nazi Germany’s research into the occult. I see a laboratory. And a bell-shaped device. Two of them. The first… flew. The second opened a door. Exposed and frightened, the Dread made their first attempt at global manipulation, propelling powerful nations to unite against Germany. The technology was destroyed and forgotten.

Until recently. Technology, it seemed, would uncover the mirror dimension long before the human race’s senses developed the natural ability. Enter Lyons and Neuro. Driven by his supernatural childhood torment and an impressive intellect, Lyons not only used technology to discover the mirror world but came to the partially correct conclusion that the Dread had, and were, influencing humanity. But without understanding why, he saw only evil, built up defenses, and set out to destroy the otherworldly enemy that terrified him. The following years were full of confusion for the Dread, not knowing how to communicate with Lyons without terrifying him and deepening his convictions.

Then came the first attack. The colony’s burning was felt by all the matriarchs and broadcast to all connected Dread. Plans were set in motion, in both dimensions, resulting in the deaths of my loved ones. And then, I’m gone. No longer part of the story. Lyons became hidden, barricaded inside Neuro and a second location, which the Dread were able to infiltrate once— two weeks ago . One of the bats, which was attached to a Dread Squad soldier, made it inside the second location and overheard a conversation. A plan. Dread-day. It also saw a collection of devices every Dread could recognize after its image was broadcast by the matriarch Colby slew—microwave bombs. Hundreds of them. They would cook both worlds, but without radioactive fallout, the damage done to humanity’s frequencies could be repaired.