Kanto Arc: Adventures Aren't all They're Dreamt To Be -being rewritten

by Story Time With MercyBot

When you dream of an adventure, you think of some great tale where the hero always wins in the end. However, people always forget the thoughts of home and the feeling of something missing. The truth is, adventures are lonely. Despite the happiness and joy of the journey, there is always the yearning for home in the back of your mind. But, in time, would you ever want to go?

3. Mini Chapter - Odd Dreams

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I had thought I was dreaming of home, and for a short time, I had been. I had been back home again, in the park I had disappeared from. I had stood from where I had been lain out on the ground, thinking maybe I had been knocked out and that everything had been a dream. That is until the world around me suddenly seemed to be torn from the edges and into a dark abyss.

The world was a simple black void and I stood on a thin, gold path at its center. It branched out into two paths leading to two different pictures. One was a perfect picture of my home. Two cars in the gravel driveway and a large tree in the front yard that reached for the heavens above.

The other picture made my breath hitch. It was of myself, holding Evergreen with a large smile, appearing as though I were laughing. There were three faded shadows by me, each seeming to be different people. I lifted my foot, wanting to get closer when something stopped me.

"So you're the human that has crossed the borders." I froze at the voice. It echoed like a whistle in a cave and I couldn't tell if it were male or female. I looked around before my gaze landed on what as behind me. Standing on a floating golden stage was a tall figure, though I couldn't tell their gender from their appearance.

They had silver hair and they wore an odd, golden crown with a sharply pointed front. Their skin was so pale, it reminded me of snow and they were wrapped in a long, white robe with sleeves so long that I couldn't even see their fingers. The bottom of the robe pooled around their feet and was held up only by a loose, golden sash.

I opened my mouth to speak only to find myself unable to utter a word, "You do realize you were not supposed to arrive here yet, judging from the incomplete picture?" I searched the figure's face, though their eyes were obscured by a pale grey ribbon.

"Human of the Other Relm. I must inform you that you nearly made a decision of which you knew not the consequences. And it is not time to make that decision either." The figure lifted an arm and I found myself surrounded by a gold glow, "I look forward to the day we finally meet human." The voice echoed before I was thrown into the darkness and a dreamless sleep.

When I would awake the next day, I would have no recollection of the odd dream. I would simply continue as if my sleep had been dreamless.