21 + Familiar +

Folke looked around and saw vast fields of green grass and yellow flowers reflect onto his eyelids. The place looked like it was a massive garden of the gods depicted on the pictures of the mayor's longhouse. The world felt abnormally normal to him and he slightly felt at home in this place.

What shocked him was that he could feel the wind on his hair and palms in this place even though this was supposed to be a dream world that his own imagination made up. He raised his arms and looked at them seeing a leaf slightly tickle his forearm before going around it.

`` This is too realistic.`` He said slowly and he began to slowly push this thought out of his mind shaking his head. He couldn't comprehend this place and thinking about it would not help his current situation in the outside world which was being executed once he was no longer useful to the army.

The sword that he had previously made appeared before him was still here, so he opened his hand and quickly it flew into his hand. His eyes widened momentarily before returning back to normal. He just thought about the sword touching his palm and it happened. The feeling of this all being so normal to him made him a little scared but he tightly closed his eyes and gripping the sword tightly waved the sword around the air dispelling his thoughts ``That's right! I wanted to see if I could do something else other than simply make thing appear and disappear.`` He nodded his head with firm resolve now.

He thought of something and suddenly he heard a roar from across the field, opening his eyes he saw a man with a brown slightly forming beard and a decorated norse helmet with chainmail on charging forward at full speed sword and shield in hand toward him.

Folke was caught off guard and opened his eyes wider in surprise. He recognized the man in front of him charging as Bo in his full armor he reflexively began to start moving back but was slower than Bo.

Bo raised his sword and swung down toward his chest with unconcealed power and domination over the situation. His strike was excellent with complete form and control of his motions. Folke instantly fell down with his chest cut open from the cut, his sword being thrown away out his hands and began to raise his arms shouting ``Stop! Stop!`` He heard Bo let out another war cry and saw him lowering the sword down toward his head with the blood streaming behind it.

Then he felt warm dripping on his head, he had closed his eyes when he saw Bo about to kill him and then everything just stopped.

The rustling of the grass and the wind of the area still persisted around. Folke opened his eyes slowly and saw that Bo had frozen in place from earlier and had stopped his attack from striking Folke in an instant.

Bo stood over folke with his mouth agape in a shout menacingly his long brown hair seemingly slipped out of his helmet slightly giving him a wild expression as blood was splattered across his chainmail and sword coupled with his large size and muscular body he looked like a warrior in all regard. His sword hovered over Folke's head looking ready to resume action at any moment if the need arose. Folke had both hands in front of him and was on the ground and his eyes were opened.

The scene was surreal, Bo looked similar to a god rather than a man with a sword showing his previous inclinations as the top of Folke's village. While Folke looked more like a terrified beast who had accidentally offended such god.

He began to push out from beneath the sword kicking with his legs and moving his arms backward. He looked at Bo and began to quickly organize his thoughts `Why did he stop? Is it really because I said stop?` He looked at Bo with fear and surprise across his face.

He dearly wanted to ask someone for answers to his many questions but he was left to answer them on his own ``Hey!`` he shouted at Bo with fear once and awaited Bo's response.

Bo kept his posture and emotion that was on his face unmoving like a statue. Folke looked at Bo and sighed, `He's not real, he's from my imagination. . .` Earlier Folke wanted to see if he could make a person in this imaginary space and thought of Bo. He fully did not expect Bo to appear and when he did he was already too late to realize his mistake.

He pushed off the ground and looked at Bo with an unmoving expression, he began to ponder something and thought of `Heal` He then looked toward his wounds but they did not change at all. He frowned deeply `Do I get injured in the real world if I fight in this world? I better go check before doing anything rash.`

Folke had long before learned to awaken and sleep, so he sat down on the grass and began to once again attempt to awaken himself but found himself unable to wake up. . . He opened his eyes and began to look at Bo. 'Everything has happened according to this, I was able to awake and sleep normally when I was alone in the dark void but now with field, the sword and Bo I can't awaken again.`

`Do I need to destroy everything before waking up again?` He looked around and attempted to make everything around him disappear but nothing happened.. .`Am I stuck here?` Were the first words to flash across his mind but he quickly shook his head.

`It must be something else.` He began to think of making another weapon but nothing happened. Then he realized `This all happened after me summoning bo does that mean I have to defeat him before doing anything else?` He looked at Bo and frowned heavily.

He picked up the sword that he accidentally dropped when Bo made him drop to the ground and looked at Bo with unconcealed hatred and contempt. His feelings had still not changed from last time around.