Part 3

Clyde's POV

In my dream it is a bright spring day, I'm sitting on the grass. And though I the guy who is ALWAYS aware of my surroundings again Rae is all I can focus on. Her dark hair shines a reddish brown in the sun. Her smile big, and trusting. She leans her body into mine and it feels so safe and warm. The moments we are touching. Then...

I wake up. I pretty much have an internal alarm. I can't sleep for more than seven hours without starting to feel restless. I get out of bed and head to the roof. But someone is already up there when I walk out.

"Hi.." Rae says staring off into the sunrise

"Your up early" I comment intrigued

"I had to get up early because I had to stop early everyday to set up creeper proof camp" Rae explains

"Oh I just hate sleeping life away, since it's so short I better use all of it you know?"

"I get what you mean" Rae says with a small smile

"Well since you're just settling in we don't have to start mining and crafting till tomorrow"

"So what will we do all day?" Rae says looking at me confused

"Well we can make a feast to welcome you to the tree castle, and uh... I could show you around the whole castle?" I said sheepishly

"That sounds lovely, thank you " She says smiling at me sweetly.

"Then I'll prepare the feast!" I declare and side through the window back into by room.

I got dressed quickly in a gray shirt that said the word 'ARMY' and some blue jeans.

When I found the shirt at age ten I asked my parents what the word meant. Dad says an 'army' was a group of men and women paid and trained by a faction to fight for them. Mom says each faction had their own army, and army men were most likely the ordered to spread the viruses that killed people the cube over. But mom says it's not their fault they probably didn't know.

Those thoughts aside I walk into the kitchen trying to decide what Rae would like. But I decided to keep with the feast theme and make Everything. By the time Rae enters the kitchen looking washed and rested an hour later I had everything imaginable laid out.

"It looks great , thank you so much" Rae gushes as we sit across the table from each other. I quickly lower my eyes so it does not seem like I am staring.I began to eat but only heard my silverware and the softest whispers so I look up and see her.

Hands clasped , eyes closed, head bowed she whispers. Her countenance said peace and happiness as her lips barely parted to make sounds, the light in the room seems to gravitate towards her .

But as quickly as I noticed it all she stopped she said something that sounded like "a men?" Raised her head and opened her eyes. When those brown green eyes meet mine my breath went from me, and my heart ceased to beat with that smile.

"Yes?" Rae asked questioningly now I WAS staring at her.

"What were you doing ?" I asked perplexed.

"Um, getting food ?" Rae says with the cutest confused look on her face. She puts pork chops in her mouth slowly. Smiling at the flavor, I guess she enjoys it.

"No before! The whispering with your eyes closed and hands like this" I demonstrate by touching all My fingertips to each other.

"Oh~ I was just saying grace over the food" she notes and puts more pork chops on her plate.

" Saying grace?" I say slowly tasting the words, what does that even mean ? She didn't say the word grace once, but she did say something about "a men" but that's not even proper English. My mind races, I look to her with questioning eyes to explain further.

"You know like praying" she says like it's an everyday occurrence.

"What is praying ?" I ask more and more confused

"Talking to him silly" she says pointing to the ceiling, ready to laugh .

" oh~" I said trying to play it off like I knew who she was talking about I raised my head slowly because I thought we are the only two in the room. I saw and heard no one on my ceiling. So I finally hand to ask.

"Talking to who?"

"To God!" By then Rae was giggling and half out her chair.

" Who is God? " I ask, and her laughter desisted, she stares at me as though I've grown another head, as if there was an Enderman in my place.