2 Dream

When I walked down the small hill into the training area the other fighters that slowed and then stopped.

Their eyes, I thought.

What would I give so that I can have eyes that don't scare away and freak everyone out. My eyes while they had the black pupil that was the only feature in my eyes that was normal. The color was silver and glistened when it caught the light. It would be considered stunning if the disgust that everyone felt towards me was not clouding their own eyes.

I ignored the eyes as much as was possible, which was all of them. I had gotten all to used to the stares that followed me and the whispered that echoed. After all it was that or drown in other's words and glares. I had been used to it after enduring it for about 5 years.

When I arrived at the rack of weapons that held many sparkling items of war that I considered one of the only good things that existed in such a bland and tasteless world I picked out one of my favorites.

It was a a short Metal Wood dagger with a sharp edge that never would dull.

Metal Wood was something that was only unique to the Warrior Clan. It was a tree that could retain the properties of actual metal.

Therefore because it was so rare the clan could sell it to other places at a high price because of how rare it was while all it took was time for it to grow. It was a win-win situation for our clan. We got only profit and we could make it for no cost at all.

Metal Wood had to have a certain way to make it and we kept how to make it close to us without sharing. So the only way that others could get it was to have it made by our blacksmiths.

I walked over to a deserted area started warming up on my own. When I felt that it was time for me to start for real I picked up the pace.

My blade slashing through the air at a speed that defected could only look on in envy. Maybe even some low level soul pairs.

I practiced alone as usual. The warriors here were trained well and so I couldn't even hold a candle to them.

When the sun had set and the others that were training had dispersed going home did I start trying my hardest. People would be shocked if they happened to see that I was actually as good as if I had a decent bonded.

My blade moving so fast that it started to leave after-images that if one looked at it too long would get a splitting headache.

After sweat dripped down my back and my limbs felt leaden from the hours of practicing did I pack up and leave for the my small hut. It was dark, but my eyes had gotten used to the dark. For as long as I can remember I was always the last one to leave and the only one that walked home in the dark.

When I finally got back home I pushed on the heavy door. My hut was not grand and up-to-par when compared to the other houses, but then again I was the Failure of the clan.

The hut didn't even have any flooring and had, a small rickety chair, and swaying table, and a small cot of hay on the floor that I used as bedding.

It wasn't grand, but it was what I was used to so it didn't bother me at all.

I started to pack up my few clothes and belongings that I would be taking on the mission with me. It took but a few minutes due to the fact that I didn't even have much items that I could call my own.

Making sure to pack the one thing that I considered the only prized possession that I could truly call mine was a small, but sharp Metal Wood nail. I would slip it on my finger and it was just long enough to reach the heart of a person.

Finally with everything packed I dropped like a stone in water onto the hay bedding and slept. It was a light sleep, but this time it was fitful and a dream accompanied it. I've never had a dream before, so I didn't know if this was what one felt like, but it seemed to real.

The scene was of a silhouette of something insanely large even though it was laying down on it's side. A rumbling voice that sounded like a growl sounded, echoing around the space.

Bewildered I stayed still muscles tense in case I needed to run or fight. Though I knew that if I was to fight I wouldn't be able to stand for more than a second. The fact that I wasn't dead already I took as that the large beast didn't want me dead-at least yet.

"Don't be so wary little one. After all we are soul bonded." I startled. Soul bonded. After so long could my prayers finally be heard and answered?

The hope that I hid deep down spiraled out of control.

"Yes, little one, don't doubt I will come to you tonight..." The beast started to list off instructions that I memorized by heart and would try as soon as I woke up.

So lost in the hope that this was real I ignored the small part of me that told me that this was illogical. After so any years how could this be possible?

I was warring with myself, but the hope won over again and again. In each mini battle in my mind the logical side was shutdown time and time again.

Suddenly the beast stopped talking and I was thrown out of the dream before I knew what was happening. Even though I was filled with questions I rushed out of the house and into the deep woods, ready to fulfill the orders that the giant beast had told me.