He was running, and-
Then he woke up. Ace squinted his eyes, his room filled with bright afternoon light, as per usual. He always woke up in the afternoon because of him staying up so late, he just wanted to escape the dreams. He heard the chatter of the people of the house outside of his room, wishing he could just fall back asleep, he turned over.
Ace drifted off into a short slumber again.
The dream was odd. Too realistic seeming to really be a dream. Yet it was. It was perfectly a dream, but it just seemed so realistic. Nothing interesting happening, nothing really out of the ordinary, you could read words just fine. Really the only odd thing was how time passed, it seemed to pass quickly, but at the same time, it seemed to not pass at all. They were writing something... wait, who is 'they?' Ace didn't know what he was thinking, the dream was quickly fading, just as it had started.
He woke up again, the room still bright with light. This time he knew he couldn't just sleep again, despite his tiredness. Ace got up, thinking of his dreams. Why were they always so odd?
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Fantasy(This is a rewrite of Untitled Series [old] because of multiple changes I wanted to make to it) Multiple people every generation are born with powers, they were destined to protect the world. Eventually, these people started hiding their abilities...
