When they first started, the sun had only just risen in the sky. Now it as setting, and soon it would be the moon that would light her path.
Her knees buckled. She caught herself before she rolled down the mountain.
“You finally stopped.”
She looked around, but there was no one there.
“Why are you here?” the voice asked.
“I’m looking for the sleeper.” The local legend said that the sleeper of the mountain was stronger than a whole army. Was it true? Who knew? But they were desperate enough to try anyway.
“We need his help.”
There was a pause, then, “Look up.”
She looked up. A man waved at her from where he floated in the air. If she had more energy, she would have jumped from shock.
“Congratulations. I am the sleeper of the mountain.”
The sleeper actually existed. For the first time in a long time, a flame of hope came to life. She fumbled for the offering they had prepared for the sleeper.
But he reached down to her first and pulled her gently off the ground.
“Where to?” he asked.
“Down. There were other people with me. Then after that, the battleground.”
With a mighty crack, the world split into three.
The dreamwalkers, who moments ago were locked in a furious battle, immediately left the dream for a safer reality, leaving only two people behind.
“What’s happening?” asked the dreamer, whose only relationship with the previous battle was that a bunch of strangers decided to fight in his dreamscape.
“Your dream is collapsing,” the last dreamwalker said, “If we’re still here when it disappears, we won’t wake up.”
“What do I do? I’m not like you. I can’t go anywhere.”
The world kept crumbling like sand in an hourglass.
“Close your eyes. Don’t open them until I tell you to.”
“What are you going to do?” the dreamer asked as he closed his eyes.
“I’m going to bring you to my dream. One, two.” The dreamwalker exhaled. “Three.”
“Don’t open your eyes yet. I need to rearrange my island.”
“Your dream is an island?”
“With white sands surrounded by brilliant blue water. Can you hear the waves?”
The dream listened. “Yes.”
“Good. Open your eyes.”
The dreamer opened his eyes to a gorgeous but empty island.
“Thank you, but this dream is yours. We never left.”
The dreamwalker smiled.
“You can’t walk between dreams like us, but this is your dream. You have complete control. Remember that next time you get invaded. Later.”
The dreamwalker turned around, but didn’t disappear. Confusion flashed before settling into amusement. The dreamwalker faced the dreamer.
“This is my dream. I have complete control. If I don’t want you to go, you can’t go. Right?” The dreamer smirked.
“True. But complete control comes with practice. Sweet dreams.”
The dreamwalker hopped backwards into the water and vanished without a trace.
Like a dream.
There was a peculiar girl in the village, who talked about horses that never tired and little boxes that could answer any question, but looked confused at their moons and bread trees.
They found her last year in the forest, asleep and half buried under the snow that almost took her fingers.
“I shouldn’t be here,” she said when she woke up.
So they tried to help her return home, but they recognized none of the places she mentioned. The only familiar word they heard was “London”, but that was an animal, not a place.
Eventually, they turned their focus to making a home for her in the village. She accepted their kindness, but there was always something about her that was a little… different.
One day, she fell ill. They took turns watching over her as she slept the days away. Then, between one blink and another, she vanished.
The indoor thunderstorm came from one source: a little girl no older than twelve. The superpower, despite how destructive it looked, wasn’t actually dangerous, if she could actually control it.
In the past, they would have locked her away for everyone’s safety. Now there were laws against that, so they had to get creative. Considering her age, they decided to lock away her powers and keep it dormant until she was ready.
For years, it was the perfect solution. Then she finished high school, and her parents requested for her powers to be returned so she had some form of self-defence when she moved out for college.
Except, the power wouldn’t wake up.
~Continue the story in Return Storm~
Lavi took one look at what used to be a lab and demanded, “What happened here?”
Bennett and Benjamin, the only conscious people left, looked helplessly at each other.
How could they explain that the disaster started because someone stepped barefooted on a lollipop and freaked out, which startled the new Fighter they were examining, whose power lashed out and shocked every single equipment into malfunctioning and knocking out almost everyone and most of the lab.
Lavi pointed at Benjamin.
Benjamin cleared his throat.
“Someone dropped a lollipop, sir.”
“It’s the savage again,” they whispered as she passed.
“Look at those scars.”
“She needs to throw that hideous cloak away.”
She held her head as she walked past. Without her, all of them would be dead.
“Why bother? Just let us have them,” the demon said, invisible to all but her kind.
She ignored the words with years of practice. Right now, while the barrier between their worlds were up, they were like mirages on different planes to each other. Come sundown, when the barrier thinned, she would fight like the savage people called her. Not for them, but for her kind.
Genre: fantasy, humour
The cutest dog he had ever seen scampered across the living room.
“She’s cute,” his friend commented.
“Of course she is. As expected of my daughter.”
They watched the dog sniff under the sofa.
“You’re going to turn her back, right?” He had worked hard for her.
His friend laughed the laugh of a man who knew he had Messed Up.
“Yup. Definitely. Leave it all to me.”
Takes place in the Defenders of the Wall universe.
In a world where monsters ruled the wastelands, travelling between cities was risky. That was why he always triple checked everything on his PB before leaving.
So why was he only discovering his second passenger one week into the journey?
“I’m sorry. My little brother snuck in,” said Lucy, his only official passenger, with a helpless shrug as the boy hid behind her.
There was no use turning back. They were already halfway to the next city. The kid would just have to come with them.
“Of course, I’ll pay for all his expenses.”
Rather than that, the bigger problem was the blow to his pride. Obviously, he wasn’t as meticulous as he thought if a little kid could stay undetected on board for so long.
* * *
“You weren’t even here for ten minutes. That’s just sad,” Lucy said once they were safely in her bunk.
“I have super speed. Not super stealth,” Cory grumbled.
“So? What are you doing here? Not that I don’t love you, but this was supposed to be a solo mission,” Lucy continued in a much lower voice.
“Mission update. There are two targets,” Cory reported.
Lucy nodded. “Got it.”
“Great. Then I’ll leave you to it.”
Lucy caught Cory by the arm before he fled.
“Where are you going?” she asked with a too-sweet smile.
“How can I let my little brother disappear?”
“But I’m not supposed to be here.”
“Too bad. They know you’re here now, so you might as well stay and help me.”
Cory’s lips twisted in disapproval. Lucy tightened her hold.
“If you stay and help, I won’t tell anyone you almost blew the mission.”
Put that way, there was really only one option.
PB: Private Bus. Distinct from the public Buses which people can use to travel in between cities.