Sense and Space Monsters

The spring day was buzzing with fresh scents as the proud horse galloped down the meadow.
As the horse jumped the fallen branch its landing was less than stable as it back hoof caught on the glinting of metal.

"Wooah, there Laddie" the man called out to steady his horse that was now limping.
Dismounting the large brown gelding the man bent over to study the hoof, a trickle of blood trailed towards the ground.
He looked around wondering what could have caused such an injury, he had ridden this route many times and never occured such injury before.
Tying his handkercheif around the bleeding felock of the horse and tied it to a nearby tree and went in search of the offending item.
"Spent many pounds on that animal, I will be damned if he goes lame from a careless farm worker" he murmured to himself his anger more towards the person being careless than the loss of money.

Pacing back to the jump landing he noticed a reflection like that of a mirror on the ground, closer inspection it was a brass looking metal attached to something underground.
As any man would do he kicked it with his foot trying to dislodge it, a lound rumbling sounded from below his feet.
It reminded him of the time the root cellar crashed down when he and a few lads had been exploring a disused manor house.
Sure enough his suspicion paid off and he soon fell several feet into a dark cave below.
"Hello," he called out as the sunlight streamed from far above his head, too high for him to pull himself free.
His coat and shirt had caught on something, and were torn down the back and side, making them useless for the task of covering his chest.
"Hello, I need assistance" he called again louder this time and could hear his voice echoing off the walls of the cave he was in.
Light bloomed around him, glowing from the metal walls, once black now glowing a light orange, and he could see where he was.

The room was egg shaped, all the surfaces were shiny like polished glass, nicely rounded too so whatever had torn his clothing was not in this room.
No other doors or windows would be able to aid his escape from this cave. He did note a glass seat looking section and two floating cubes. These were the focal points of the cave room, nothing else seemed to be of interest and no one had heard his pleas for assistance.
With one last glance towards the open hole in the ceiling which hence he had come, he turned his attention to the cubes.
These were not the same color as the rest of the room, a light appeared to pulse from them, it sped up as he got closer. A deep red spot glowed inside but no heat raditated off them.
With a trembling hand he reached out and tentively poked the closest cube which did not bob in the air as he had expected it to. Why did it not bob as a floater on the water's surface would do when touched from below by a fishes seeking lips?
He pushed two fingers against the cube and gave a more firm effort into moving it.
Much to his surprised it did move but not in direction he thought, it suddenly shoved his hand back into his chest, knocking him off balance.
He had no where else to go but to fall back into the chair, one leg catching on the arm the other slipping on the smooth floor so his legs spread wide.
"Oh my" he uttered in surprise clutching his chest afriad he was about to be attacked by foes unknown.
"NAME?" issued a voice from the wall in dulcit tones.
His head snapped around trying to find the source of the female voice and true to his up bringing he replied
"Col Christopher Brandon, madam" his tone wavered as no one else was in the room.
"Col Christopher Brandon, please place you hands on my cubes" the female asked him in a totally accent free manner that puzzled him just as much.
"Your cubes, wait show yourself Mistress" he asked hands frozen in the air above the cubes not willing to touch them.
"I am sorry Sir, I can not do that" came the reply as the pair of cubes shot up and into his hands, their surface warm and vibrating.
"Who are you, where are you?" he whispered feeling his palms break out in a sweat, frozen in place.
"My name is Lara, it stands for Lauched Apprehension Research Apparatus " the voice informed him and the results was not as assuring as what he had hoped.
With a soft hissing sound the outside light no longer streamed in and his way in was now block from letting him get out.
"Please my horse needs treatment, I wish to leave" he asked in his most polite tone, he gave the cubes a bow of his head hoping his words did not offend.
"I am sorry Sir I can't do that" came the reply as the cubes nudged his hands once more.
"What am I meant to do, what are these cubes for. I do not understand" he asked trying to better understand the situation.
"Cup the cubes and move them around, squeezing them makes us fly faster we will reach our destination faster" Lara responded tactfully. He squeezed the cube as instructed and felt his body lurch forward in the same manner as when his horse switched gaits.
There was no way to really tell if they were truely moving or not, as no windows were present in the cave or egg or whatever this really was.
He did consider the possibility that he had fallen off his horse and hit is head rather seriously, his hunting mates had told him about the joys of opium from the doctors. Could this be a drug induced dream and if so how had this strange idea entered his head. He normally was such a level headed down to earth gentleman who over saw his property with a firm yet fair hand.
"One hour until destination is reached" Lara voice told him as a cold shiver ran down his bare spine.