Wings

Chapter 3

He woke up in a cold sweat, that was the third time he had had that dream this week

"They can't be here, they cant be," he whispered to nobody, he glanced around the room knowing they would always be watching waiting for the one moment he let his guard down. They would take him and destroy the server, ending all he holds dear just like all those years ago

He was young, far too young. Only two short years out of high school.

Just one year after he watched Tartarus be murdered in cold blood by Sam, he shuddered at the memory. He missed EVO and his friends and being forced to watch them be killed didn't help. But that's a story for another time and we're getting off track.

Grian got out of bed and got ready he had a long day ahead of him. Over time he had grown used to the nightmares and whilst they still affected him they did not affect him nearly as much as they did when he first got them. He went down to the kitchen and began making breakfast and tea, he had a very important meeting about the moon being big. As he sat down to eat he heard a knocking at the door.

With a sigh he got up to answer the door. As he glanced through the peephole he took a deep breath as it was just Mumbo, and made himself look presentable. As he exhaled he swung the door open and with as much excitement as he could manage. 

"Hey Mumbo!"