User blog:DJ Spenstar/Infinity Chapter 9 Preview SPOILER ALERT!!

When there is nothing but the dark, many succumb to the despair and terror that darkness brings with it. So many have. Darkness is a scary thing, especially when you know that there won't be any light to banish the darkness. Fear of the dark has nothing to do with it. Darkness preys on all of your fears. The only way to survive the darkness is to make your own light.

One person did just that. Jeffy lay in his bottom bunk, smiling during his own dreams. Unlike the others, Jeffy's dreams were his sanctuary at The Dark Island, so he tried to sleep as often as he could, to be in his dreams. This particular night, Jeffy dreamed of what he loved the best, which would be surfing. He dreamed of riding a huge wave across Hawaii, overcoming the many dangers of the wave itself. One trick after another, Jeffy wowed his imaginary crowd until the wave crashed into the shore.

Darkness always tries to invade your dreams at The Dark Island, and this one was no exception. Suddenly, Jeffy's fans vanished, and storm clouds covered the sunny sky. In the distance of Jeffy's dream, the biggest, roughest, most dangerous wave he had ever seen was forming. Jeffy approached the wave on his surfboard. Determined to prevail, he began to ride this "death wave".

The giant wave seemed to try to sabotage Jeffy with all sorts of tricks and obstacles, but no matter what, Jeffy never gave up until the titanic wave crashed into the shore. Victory...

Jeffy's eyes slowly opened. "What an awesome dream," he said. He put his hands behind his head, closed his eyes, and imagined himself surfing once again.

'''Jeffy: I know this place is creepy, and scary, but I stay cool. I have my own thoughts to turn to. Inside my head, it's always paradise. I'm happy, as long as I have these happy thoughts.'''

Out of curiosity, Jeffy got up and checked to see how the others were doing. Timmy was tossing and turning, so Jeffy figured he was having a bad dream. Richard was beginning to sweat, so it seemed that he wasn't doing to good either. Phil was clutching something under his pillow. Finally, Jeffy turned to look at little Seto. Seto was tossing and turning, and sweating. He was also talking in his sleep.

"No!" cried Seto, "You'll never get me alive! I'll never let you get me without a fight! No! No! No!!!"

Seto's eyes suddenly shot open. He started breathing heavily. "What a horrible dream," he said. He then noticed Jeffy. "Hey Jeffy," said Seto.

"Hey Seto," said Jeffy, "Bad dream?" Seto nodded. Jeffy walked over to Seto.

"Are you okay?" he asked. Seto shook his head.

"It'll be okay. It was only a dream."