"N….no… got to change…. …got to go to Agni…"
The immense black dragon in front of me lined up its next shot- it looked like it was going to go with its breath again- though I wasn't sure….
"C…come on… change…urgh!"
The bright blue light hovered overhead for a while, stopping over six other figures- my companions?- and leaping to a seventh- that was blackened, but still breathing. The light flickered and went out.
The great black dragon in front of us gave a roar of triumph and darted in for the kill. Its great mouth opened and it seemed to take pity on us, for a second. Then, the great tounge of flame issued forth and I could hear my friends screaming as it took more then they had to give. Then the flame focused on me.
I met the dragon, eye-to-eye for a moment. It seemed to be taking glee in what it was doing, but when the flame took on a renewed vigor, I felt everything physical about me vanish, and with a start I saw my own body from above.
The seared, blackened armor-the burning flesh-and most obvious of all-
-my blade, now a runny puddle of metal, representing the hopes and dreams of all the tribes of the world.
'No. NO! Sara… everyone… forgive me… I tried my best…'
Suddenly, I felt a great shaking, like a quake had hit the spirit world. The images dimmed in front of me and soon I realized someone- or something- was shaking me. Hard.
"Damn it, wake up! Jay, get up!"
"Who? What? How in the-?"
I came to, my mind focusing, my eyes sharpening, until I saw two faces in front of me.
"You were screaming again." My sister visibly relaxed at my resurfacing into the world of consciousness, and my mother handed me a glass of water and a damp cloth.
"Jay, what's going on? You've been having nightmares for the last few weeks. No wonder you're so irritable."
"Like right now?" I growled. My sister backed away a bit, in mock fear.
"Geez, take it easy. You'd think you were gored by a bull, the way you woke up."
"Try getting torched by a dragon and you'd be a lot closer."
My mother seemed to sigh.
"Jay, you're nineteen. You don't get nightmares when you're nineteen. It's those books, or you've been playing games waaaaay too much again."
"Well, it's either that or go out for a job. And as long as my car stays busted, I can't get one. So what else can I do except stay home and play games?"
"Do whatever you think is right. If you want to stay home and kill yourself with junk food and late nights, go ahead. But I won't see you kill yourself. You'll get one tomorrow, even if I have to drive you."
'Oh, boy," I thought. 'Mom's sure making a mountain out of another molehill…'
"Anyway, try and get some sleep. It's three in the morning. Don't stay up. We go shopping today."
Mom walked off, out of my room, and my sister followed her eventually, after making sure I was really all right. I let my head fall back onto the striped pillowcase, and I let my thoughts wander over the dream.
'Maybe Mom's right. Maybe I am playing too many games. But she might be right about the junk food. Today I think I'll start cutting calories off my diet… if I can live without going to McDonalds every other day.'
With that, I closed my eyes again, and I seen fell asleep again. Thankfully, it passed dreamlessly. When I opened my eyes again, the sun was out, it was cold (as always, when it wasn't June, when it was unbearably hot), and according to the amount of racket going on out in the living room, it was time to get up.
"It's about TIME you got up! Hurry up, we're heading to the mall."
I stood there, still waking up, and I got yelled at again.
"GET WITH IT, STUPID!" my sister howled. Apparently, she couldn't tell that waking up was an art form. So I walked back into my room and flipped the light on, and then narrowly avoiding stepping in a hairball left there by a now relieved cat.
I pulled out my favorite pair of jeans- the ones with the chewed out back of the lower legs- and pulled those on as I yanked open the closet door with my other hand. From there, I pulled out a shirt- who cared if it matched anything?- and put it on as fast as I could. Then, I pulled on my pair of socks from the previous day, and then my old, worn-out pair of shoes.
I darted out into the living room, and from there into the bathroom, where I woke up fully and used the facilities. I ran a wet comb through my hair, and then I walked out into the living room and collapsed on the couch, waiting for the rest of my family to get dressed.
"Come on, put on your coat! Hurry up, Mom's starting the car!"
My sister pushed my jacket into my hands, and I slipped it on while we dashed outside, jumped in the car, and started driving to the large mall in the next city over.
The trip passed uneventfully- if you don't count getting bitched out at a gas station for wearing a leather jacket- and soon, we were at the mall. I split off from my family and headed to the only store that carried any kind of anime- the aptly named "Anime Shop".
"Hey, long time, Jay!"
"Hey, Earl. What's new?"
I knew the shop owner- I'd been in almost every week that summer, and we struck up a friendship immediately. Sometimes we'd get into an argument over something- but I felt something different today. Like something was waiting for me….
"Well, that load of videos finally came in, I got that new Odin figure you were waiting for, and something came-"
"Uh, excuse me. Could you help me?"
Some guy in a red jacket stepped up to the counter, and I stepped away.
"I'll go dig though the videos. I'll talk with you again in a second."
Earl nodded and I stepped away. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see something happening, so I turned around.
"Don't move, fat stuff. This is a robbery."
Well, this is a new bit of fiction from me- I hope you enjoy it!
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The immense black dragon in front of me lined up its next shot- it looked like it was going to go with its breath again- though I wasn't sure….
"C…come on… change…urgh!"
The bright blue light hovered overhead for a while, stopping over six other figures- my companions?- and leaping to a seventh- that was blackened, but still breathing. The light flickered and went out.
The great black dragon in front of us gave a roar of triumph and darted in for the kill. Its great mouth opened and it seemed to take pity on us, for a second. Then, the great tounge of flame issued forth and I could hear my friends screaming as it took more then they had to give. Then the flame focused on me.
I met the dragon, eye-to-eye for a moment. It seemed to be taking glee in what it was doing, but when the flame took on a renewed vigor, I felt everything physical about me vanish, and with a start I saw my own body from above.
The seared, blackened armor-the burning flesh-and most obvious of all-
-my blade, now a runny puddle of metal, representing the hopes and dreams of all the tribes of the world.
'No. NO! Sara… everyone… forgive me… I tried my best…'
Suddenly, I felt a great shaking, like a quake had hit the spirit world. The images dimmed in front of me and soon I realized someone- or something- was shaking me. Hard.
"Damn it, wake up! Jay, get up!"
"Who? What? How in the-?"
I came to, my mind focusing, my eyes sharpening, until I saw two faces in front of me.
"You were screaming again." My sister visibly relaxed at my resurfacing into the world of consciousness, and my mother handed me a glass of water and a damp cloth.
"Jay, what's going on? You've been having nightmares for the last few weeks. No wonder you're so irritable."
"Like right now?" I growled. My sister backed away a bit, in mock fear.
"Geez, take it easy. You'd think you were gored by a bull, the way you woke up."
"Try getting torched by a dragon and you'd be a lot closer."
My mother seemed to sigh.
"Jay, you're nineteen. You don't get nightmares when you're nineteen. It's those books, or you've been playing games waaaaay too much again."
"Well, it's either that or go out for a job. And as long as my car stays busted, I can't get one. So what else can I do except stay home and play games?"
"Do whatever you think is right. If you want to stay home and kill yourself with junk food and late nights, go ahead. But I won't see you kill yourself. You'll get one tomorrow, even if I have to drive you."
'Oh, boy," I thought. 'Mom's sure making a mountain out of another molehill…'
"Anyway, try and get some sleep. It's three in the morning. Don't stay up. We go shopping today."
Mom walked off, out of my room, and my sister followed her eventually, after making sure I was really all right. I let my head fall back onto the striped pillowcase, and I let my thoughts wander over the dream.
'Maybe Mom's right. Maybe I am playing too many games. But she might be right about the junk food. Today I think I'll start cutting calories off my diet… if I can live without going to McDonalds every other day.'
With that, I closed my eyes again, and I seen fell asleep again. Thankfully, it passed dreamlessly. When I opened my eyes again, the sun was out, it was cold (as always, when it wasn't June, when it was unbearably hot), and according to the amount of racket going on out in the living room, it was time to get up.
"It's about TIME you got up! Hurry up, we're heading to the mall."
I stood there, still waking up, and I got yelled at again.
"GET WITH IT, STUPID!" my sister howled. Apparently, she couldn't tell that waking up was an art form. So I walked back into my room and flipped the light on, and then narrowly avoiding stepping in a hairball left there by a now relieved cat.
I pulled out my favorite pair of jeans- the ones with the chewed out back of the lower legs- and pulled those on as I yanked open the closet door with my other hand. From there, I pulled out a shirt- who cared if it matched anything?- and put it on as fast as I could. Then, I pulled on my pair of socks from the previous day, and then my old, worn-out pair of shoes.
I darted out into the living room, and from there into the bathroom, where I woke up fully and used the facilities. I ran a wet comb through my hair, and then I walked out into the living room and collapsed on the couch, waiting for the rest of my family to get dressed.
"Come on, put on your coat! Hurry up, Mom's starting the car!"
My sister pushed my jacket into my hands, and I slipped it on while we dashed outside, jumped in the car, and started driving to the large mall in the next city over.
The trip passed uneventfully- if you don't count getting bitched out at a gas station for wearing a leather jacket- and soon, we were at the mall. I split off from my family and headed to the only store that carried any kind of anime- the aptly named "Anime Shop".
"Hey, long time, Jay!"
"Hey, Earl. What's new?"
I knew the shop owner- I'd been in almost every week that summer, and we struck up a friendship immediately. Sometimes we'd get into an argument over something- but I felt something different today. Like something was waiting for me….
"Well, that load of videos finally came in, I got that new Odin figure you were waiting for, and something came-"
"Uh, excuse me. Could you help me?"
Some guy in a red jacket stepped up to the counter, and I stepped away.
"I'll go dig though the videos. I'll talk with you again in a second."
Earl nodded and I stepped away. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see something happening, so I turned around.
"Don't move, fat stuff. This is a robbery."
Well, this is a new bit of fiction from me- I hope you enjoy it!
Jayson_Four@yahoo.com - Mail me with any flames, praise, or comments! I read all mail, and I respond to it (if I'm not too busy).
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