CH.1
The night was serene in Sherman. The street lights were on, flickering. Everyone was asleep, snoozing away. And a gentle Winter wind blew in the night sky, making a slight whistling sound.
Ilana and Lance were sound asleep after a Mutraddi battle, not long ago. Octus stayed awake, aware a rift gate opening will occur again. The two Galalunians were having good dreams and nightmares. The princess dreamt of the Harvest Festival. There was formal men and elegant women wearing their best dresses. She stood on a balcony, watching the towns people twirl and enjoying the night. "Ilana," called a deep voice. She turned around to see her father, in his best suit and waiting for a dance with his daughter. She smiled wide and grabbed her father's hand. He led her down to the halls, were people still danced. "Are you ready," asked the King. She nodded and danced away with her father. As for Lance, he dreamt of something that was real. Bodies covered the floor, blood staining their uniforms. Towns people dead as well. He was at least the only Galalunian alive. He was running away from something. Something menacing and threatening. He didn't dare to turn around and look back. He kept running until something grabbed his legs. He looked down and saw it was the dead townspeople and soldiers, holding him in his position. He tried to pull out of their grasp but they were just too strong. He turned around and saw the menacing creature. The creature made a low growling sound. It came closer and grabbed him.
By then he woke, and saw Octus above him. He sighed in relieve that it was just a nightmare, but it seemed so graphic. He also realized he was sweating. "Lance, there has been another rift gate opening," Octus said in a monotone voice. He nodded his head and went to change into dry clothes.
A/N- Read And Review! Next chapter will probably be interesting…