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The Dream
Dylan Knight
You know how they say to rest well at home so we don’t get sleepy at school? I should have listened. Then, I never would have fallen asleep in school. That’s where the problem’s started.
Well first let me describe myself a little. My name is Dylan Knight. My 13th birthday was a week ago. I don’t know who either of my parents are. I go from foster home to foster home, moving whenever I get expelled from school. My parents left me a ton of money, but I won’t have access to it until I’m 18.
I have long hair for a guy, jet black and equally dark eyes. I guess you could call me athletic- I play football and fence. In school, I’m the exact opposite. I’m dyslexic and ADHD, and cause a lot of trouble. I’ve been to too many schools to count. Teachers seem to look at me at the first sign of trouble. This just made me cooler in the eyes of the other kids. They looked up to me for my athleticism and good looks.
But I knew that it wouldn’t last. With my luck, nothing does.
We were in Math class. Math bores me. When will we ever use this stuff? The only classes I was even slightly good in were Gym and History. To me Math was just a place to doze off after a grueling football practice the day before.
So my falling asleep was not as uncommon as the dream that came with it.
I was in a dark palace. There were skeletons hanging off the ceilings, skeletons on the ground, and on the far end of the hall, a huge throne made of, wait for it- skeletons. On it there was a huge person, at least 20 feet tall. His skin was as pale as a ghost’s. His robes were as black as a starless night. His eyes were sad and angry at the same time, like a person who lost something and is now looking for revenge. There was a sort of mad fire in the pits of those eyes. He looked like a madman.
On his head was a war helm, no a ring of flames. Wait- a wreath of bones. Its image kept changing. From it came a sort of power. It filled me with excitement, like a drug. I craved it. I walked forward, probably not the smartest idea, but I was intoxicated by it. Its power increases as I walked closer.
‘So you’re not going to bow in front of a god?’ asked the man on the throne. I immediately went on my knees. No matter what he said his aura made it clear; ‘Bow or Die’. His voice rang with power.
‘You must wonder why I brought you here, Dylan Knight. Look to my Left.’
That was when I noticed that there was another throne in the room. It was made completely of drooping flowers and wilted leaves. This throne was slightly smaller and unoccupied.
‘My queen should be seated here,’ said the man from behind what was now a ski mask. In front of my eyes, the ski mask morphed into a pair of horns. ‘It is imperative that you retrieve her. It concerns both of us. And it would help if you find her before her mother finds out.’
“But, who are-,” I began to ask.
‘Now is not the time for questions. All will be explained in due course. Now go.’
Before I could even say another word, I was gone.
The Dream
Dylan Knight
You know how they say to rest well at home so we don’t get sleepy at school? I should have listened. Then, I never would have fallen asleep in school. That’s where the problem’s started.
Well first let me describe myself a little. My name is Dylan Knight. My 13th birthday was a week ago. I don’t know who either of my parents are. I go from foster home to foster home, moving whenever I get expelled from school. My parents left me a ton of money, but I won’t have access to it until I’m 18.
I have long hair for a guy, jet black and equally dark eyes. I guess you could call me athletic- I play football and fence. In school, I’m the exact opposite. I’m dyslexic and ADHD, and cause a lot of trouble. I’ve been to too many schools to count. Teachers seem to look at me at the first sign of trouble. This just made me cooler in the eyes of the other kids. They looked up to me for my athleticism and good looks.
But I knew that it wouldn’t last. With my luck, nothing does.
We were in Math class. Math bores me. When will we ever use this stuff? The only classes I was even slightly good in were Gym and History. To me Math was just a place to doze off after a grueling football practice the day before.
So my falling asleep was not as uncommon as the dream that came with it.
I was in a dark palace. There were skeletons hanging off the ceilings, skeletons on the ground, and on the far end of the hall, a huge throne made of, wait for it- skeletons. On it there was a huge person, at least 20 feet tall. His skin was as pale as a ghost’s. His robes were as black as a starless night. His eyes were sad and angry at the same time, like a person who lost something and is now looking for revenge. There was a sort of mad fire in the pits of those eyes. He looked like a madman.
On his head was a war helm, no a ring of flames. Wait- a wreath of bones. Its image kept changing. From it came a sort of power. It filled me with excitement, like a drug. I craved it. I walked forward, probably not the smartest idea, but I was intoxicated by it. Its power increases as I walked closer.
‘So you’re not going to bow in front of a god?’ asked the man on the throne. I immediately went on my knees. No matter what he said his aura made it clear; ‘Bow or Die’. His voice rang with power.
‘You must wonder why I brought you here, Dylan Knight. Look to my Left.’
That was when I noticed that there was another throne in the room. It was made completely of drooping flowers and wilted leaves. This throne was slightly smaller and unoccupied.
‘My queen should be seated here,’ said the man from behind what was now a ski mask. In front of my eyes, the ski mask morphed into a pair of horns. ‘It is imperative that you retrieve her. It concerns both of us. And it would help if you find her before her mother finds out.’
“But, who are-,” I began to ask.
‘Now is not the time for questions. All will be explained in due course. Now go.’
Before I could even say another word, I was gone.
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