It was supposed to be an ordinary night. Instead, it was the beginning of the end. It started out normal enough. America had binge watched Netflix with Tony on the couch, while enjoying a delicious meal from Wac Burger. That went on for a couple hours until they hit a particularly feelsy episode and America had to go cry quietly under the covers. And of course, while he was doing this, he cried himself to sleep. That's where things got… odd.
Normally, America would dream like a regular person. Occasionally, there would be nightmares. Sometimes, he would even relive some memories, though it was rare. This dream was like no other. He was lucid, but it felt too lucid. He felt on some subconscious plane that he was in fact dreaming, but it still felt like everything was reality. It was too real for a dream, but that's exactly what it was-a dream.
The land around him was gold. That's all it was-gold. No flora, no fauna. Just gold until reached the edge of the small planet and melted into the inky black of space. He could see that he was in a tower that was high above the rest of the buildings. There were five other towers there too. They were all on a smaller planet connected to a larger planet by a thick gold chain. 'Really overdoing it with the gold' America thought. He turned his attention to the room he was in. It too was gold, and mirrored his room in the real world perfectly. He, himself was wearing weird gold pajamas. He stuck his head back out the window and saw small white figures roaming the streets below. Even though they were far, America could tell they weren't human. 'Aliens!' He thought, excited by this new species he had discovered. Then, he looked up.
The breath caught in his throat, and dimly he wondered how he could even breathe there. That thought quickly vanished though, as he took in the sheer wonder of what was above him. It was a glowing, swirling, knowing, feeling, amazing, blue planet, completely covering the sky above him. It was wreathed with white vapors and had white puffy clouds dotting its vast blue expanse. The clouds were constantly changing shape, and as he watched images started appearing in them too. Most of the images confused him, but a few he recognized as events that had happened to him in the past. Then, the image turned into the present moment and he found himself staring back up at his own face. 'What is this' he wondered, but as he thought it, a voice whispered "Skaia…". Yes, that was right, Skaia. As he thought the word, he could feel the energy it radiated, powerful yet welcoming. It embraced him, cloaked him in its warmth. It could feel him, and he could feel it. It knew him, just like it knew everything else. It felt like home.
Suddenly, America became aware of voices down below him. They appeared to be chanting, though not in an organized manner. It was the strange white aliens, and they screamed out joyously, the crowd growing as time progressed. Soon, he was able to make out the general consensus of their words.
"The Knight is awake!"
"The legends are true!"
"We're saved!"
'Who are they talking about?' America questioned. 'Is it me? What legends? How am I supposed to save them? Not that the hero won't try!' As the chanting went on still though, it became clear they were talking about him, as if the crowds around his tower weren't enough information. 'Cool, I'm a knight!' America thought, excited about the prospect of being a hero. He glanced down again and saw that a new figure was making her way through the crowd. She was different than the rest- she wasn't chanting and carried herself in a way that would suggest she was a ruler. And she was.
"Hello, Knight." She said as she approached his tower. "I am the White Queen of Prospit. We have been waiting a long time for this moment. Please come and meet me down here. I will explain some things about our home."
"Uh, that would be great and all," America replied. "But I kind of don't know how to get down." America eyed the drop warily.
The White Queen merely laughed and said as if it would be obvious "Just fly, of course."
Although it was a dream and an alien planet, this idea still seemed strange to America. It felt to real to fly or do anything out of the ordinary. He almost forgot this was a dream. Netflix with Tony seemed so distant it was almost as if he had imagined it. Nonetheless, he tensed up and prepared to launch himself down. After all, who was he if he didn't try out reckless and dangerous things for no reason? So, with a sudden burst of speed and discouraging thoughts, America ran forward and flung himself from the window.
Author's Note:
Hi! This is my first fan fiction, so I understand if it's bad. Feel free to leave constructive criticism, just don't leave negative reviews. I hope to be publishing a new chapter at least once every week, if I can. This chapter and the next one are going to be mainly exposition, but I would appreciate it if you still read them. I sound so awkward writing this. Anyway, I hope you enjoy and continue reading. All reviews, follows, and favorites are appreciated. If you have any questions, leave a review or PM me and I will try to answer them. I hope that's everything. Bye guys! :3
