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Chapter two
The dream.
*On Earth*
"I reawy, reawy sawr him!" I swallowed down the food that I was eating, trying to explain what happened last night.
"First, Calypso, please don't speak while your mouth is full, and second, Sandman isn't real," Aphrodite chuckled, "he's just from a mere movie!"
I swallowed the roast beef that I was eating.
"Maybe it's just a dream, per se." Athena bit a piece of cooked salmon with finesse, that's sassy.
"Possibly a dream," Leon said while he cut into his sirloin, "who knows? You're the one who was awake in the middle of the night, Caly."
"Exactly!" I exclaimed, "I witnessed the whole thing, and you don't believe me? Ouch."
"Well, it seems…illogical for a movie character, let alone a character from a legend that could see the wonders of our universe, and breathe the cold midnight air." Ares said, sipping his tea.
"Point taken, good sir, would you like some more tea?" Hermes asked, Ares complied and my best friend tipped the pitcher, pouring more mint tea into his tea cup.
"Thank you, old chap."
"' 'Twas my pleasure, monsieur Ares."
"Will you two, please stop role playing?" Ivan complained and rubbed his temples.
"What do you intend? It doesn't seem so unfitting to this sprightly morning, right, dapper gents?" Athena disagreed with her finesse, dripping from her mouth.
"Touché to the goddess of wisdom!"
"Why is everyone here, on this table is acting so…I don't know what to call it, but why...oh yes, sophisticated." Death asked with his amazing, but fake British accent.
"Good sir, I suggest using your accent to say these 'sophisticated' words, oh, it'll be lovely to hear it." Aphrodite said with finesse.
"Okay, okay, we were just talking about a goddamned 'dream' which really isn't, then we jump into 'sophisticated' stuff. Guys, what on hell?" I blurted out, furrowing my brows.
"Then bring us evidence then, probably tomorrow." Ares said, noticing my anger, and annoyance.
"Okay, princess, I'll help you. But, are you sure, you saw 'Sandman'?" My boyfriend offered to do so, I felt elated, but what if he doesn't come?
Nah, he'll come. My conscience reassured me; I nodded and took the offer.
*In Fantasia*
Anna had been telling everyone in the palace that we had seen the Jack Frost, of course, no one believed her, let alone the fact that he's real and just laughed it off, but some nodded and smiled and didn't give a bother.
"Kristoff! I really saw him!" Anna tried to convince his boyfriend, I shook my head, smiling a little at my adorable little sister.
For Mickey's sake, does she have to be this cute?
"Oh really? What's his hair like?" Kristoff asked, looking at his nails, pretending to be enthusiastic.
"Snow white, like Elsa's but her hair is platinum white, and Jack's hair is like snow!" Anna said, jumping up and down, I could feel his boyfriend's jealousy from a distance, wow.
"Color of his eye?" Kristoff asked again, his jealousy growing larger by the second.
"Icy blue, I really met him! I'm not kidding. He's so perfect and all—"
"Much more perfect than me?" The world stopped, I felt my stomach did a flip when he said those words.
"No, no, Kristoff, you got it wrong!" I tried to intervene but he just waved a hand.
"No, no, I get it, I get it."
"Kristoff, are you jealous," Anna let out a laugh, "You're much cooler than him! But the thing is; I think…Elsa likes him."
Kristoff's smile returned back as well as his joyful tone.
"So…The queen, is now seeing someone? And she just met him? Ah, it's like the whole Anna-Elsa incident again!"
"Kristoff, don't you dare remind me of Hans." Anna said with disdain in her voice.
I cleared my throat.
"Anna, would you care to explain," I offered and looked at Kristoff whilst shaking my head.
"Jack Frost had been Elsa's 'guardian' since she was a kid! And…since mom and dad…"
"Died." I continued for Anna.
"Sorry for bringing up your mom and dad, girls." Kristoff sighed and shook his head.
"Hey Kristoff!" Olaf beamed as if there was no problem.
"Hey little guy. So…any proof that Jack Frost is real?"
"Oh, he's totally real! He even said that he only gives cold hugs. He's so cool, he had a blue hoodie with frost designs, he had this crooked staff, brown pants, just, wow." Olaf said while walking around the table that Kristoff that was sitting on.
"Very detailed…so, it's true then."
"Yes, it is," I blushed, "And I'm afraid that I might be in love with him."
"Oh, Elsa, this time, I swear, I'll get revenge, you are not to marry him, and you just met him." Anna teased and hugged Kristoff from behind.
"Anna!" I shouted, my hands getting frosty again.
*On Earth, 7:00 pm*
"Okay, so Sandman appeared here? In the middle of the woods?" Ivan asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes! How could you not believe your own girlfriend?" I asked him indignantly.
"Well, I don't know? Maybe because…I don't really know, let's continue finding your evidence." He said and looked around, noticed something weird and crouched, feeling the soil for any kind of sand.
"Wait…is this…frost?" Ivan said, looking at the trail of frost that covered the grass.
"We have a lead."
"I told you! It doesn't snow in summer."
Ivan stood up and followed the track. I followed him suite, looking around the area, there were patches of the same frost pattern in the trees' barks, but they didn't spread, but they were focused on one point, as if someone touched the tree with magical ice powers, that couldn't be me.
The ice trail ended.
"What? It ended…that's…odd." He turned around and around, looking for clues.
"It looks like someone flew off…like, really. I mean, without wings." I said, scratching my chin.
"That's true, there are no frosts on the trees this time, and this is awk— whoa!"
"Ahh!" We both screamed when the ground below us imploded, it was a seven foot drop, and the opening closed up on us.
"No, no, no, no!" I screamed frantically.
"Shit. Now what?" Ivan cursed and stomped his foot.
"It's…a tunnel, it leads to somewhere, come on!" I dragged him.
We trudged the long tunnel for thirty minutes, the ground opened for us, instead of leading us to somewhere on Earth…
It brought us somewhere that no one would believe in.
The Land of the Fiction.