Epics of Noche 1, Anchor

EON CH 35

DREG'S TRIP.

1774, SEPTEMBER 23rd FRIDAY 7:05am.

Dreg was falling off a cliff, passing the dead trees that grew out horizontally from it. Far above him was a cage of dead branches forming. He suddenly found himself floating above some tombs in this newly formed orb like branch cage.

Once he realized he was dreaming, it all faded away and he woke up. Pulling the rugged wool blanket off himself, he stood outside the edge of MoveCity tonight. The cold desert-wind bit his face as he turned towards the brightly lit MoveCity. With a sigh he began the trek towards this civilization; not reaching it until morning's daylight.

He arrived in the city as a truck or two drove out into the desert; Create Users making an asphalt road for the truck to Drive on instead of sand. In the distance, a giant fan was blowing up a sand storm outside the city. Someone created giant fabric dandelion seeds a moment later, scattering them everywhere. The truck that left the city nearly tipped over when one of these seeds floated on by and bumped it; the driver swore loudly multiple times.

Dreg's expression stayed flat and empty as he approached the spectacle before him. Another rally happening in front of some building; about one hundred people were divided in half as they argued against each other. Both sides were holding signs, one half about freedom and the other half about safety. Dreg walked by as fast as he could.

"Create kills people!"

"Create can save lives!"

"Create is dangerous!"

"Create is a tool! It's people who are dangerous!"

"MoveCity needs laws for us to feel safe!"

"MoveCity needs to keep its absolute freedom!"

Dreg sighed. This argument definitely lasted the test of time. If only they could change the discussion to something less dangerous, like gun control. Thousands of rallies like this occurred every day in MoveCity. It was precisely why Medusa was worried about civil war erupting.

Soon, Dreg stood in the center of MoveCity. The massive TV looming over him, he effortlessly jumped up to its 5000 ft tall edge. A moment later, he stood in the entrance hall of the castle. He noticed that Milk-guy enter the hall. The Milkman froze with wide eyes when he saw Dreg.

"Get... Him..." Dreg said.

Milkman frowned and sighed.

"I'll be right back." He said.

A moment later, Raptorman came out laughing.

"Milkman, I don't know what you're so worried about." Raptorman said, "There's no one that lives in this city that could sour my-"

Then Raptorman saw Dreg, and his smile slowly faded into a scowl; matching Dreg's.

Raptorman took in a long, deeeeep, breath and closed his eyes. After ten seconds, he let the breath out and reopened them.

"Dreg."

"Raptor."

Both voices held no formality, respect,  or friendliness in their tones. The Milkman slowly walked backwards as Dreg approached.

"Neither of us want to prolong this..." Dreg began, "So I'll get to the point. Maintain your city."

"Get out." Raptorman said.

"This isn't a suggestion." Dreg's voice grew stern.

"I'm sorry, since WHEN did I take orders from Cross?" Raptorman said, "Last I checked, so long as we don't break any rules, Cross agreed to not interfere with us Create Users."