The Upside Down Tale of a Warrior

Chapter 7

Jameson's friends rushed over to help him because he was still knocked out cold. I think everyone was surprised he was still down. Every single person here had underestimated me. Including my friend.
"We heard of your incredible take down of Jameson for the second time!" Leo shouts as soon as he sees me. I smiled at him and shrugged my shoulders.
"It wasn't hard, he needs to work on more speed and endurance than muscle building exercises. Muscles are no use if you can't even hit your opponent." Renald nods his head in agreement and Simon looks away. I wasn't one to hold a grudge but if he didn't want to get over it and talk to me about it then I would let him be.
"Who spit in your slop?" Renald asks Simon. His only response was to shrug and walk into his tent. Throwing the tent flap back so hard I felt the breeze.
"Regular old Simon," Renald mutters. Leo immediately pops his head up, a slow smile starting to spread across his face.
"We should celebrate!" He says excitedly. I look at him suspiciously, I mean this is Leo.
"How are we going to celebrate?" I question him, suspicion coating my voice. He smiles mischievously.
"You'll see." He takes off to his tent and we chase after him. We run into the tent and see him rummaging through his trunk like a racoon would rummage through trash. Suddenly he stops and pulls out a bottle of ale with a flourish.
"Tonight," he says in a dramatic voice, "We celebrate with well earned ale. We live tonight and regret this tomorrow," He takes a swing and passes in to Renald who shrugs and takes a swing. Renald passes it to me and I take it uncertainly. I had never done this before. I take a swing and hold it in my mouth. Then I make it look like I swallowed. As Renald and Leo set about starting a fire I spit it out.
"We could live today and die tomorrow, that is the soldier's way. Hey!" Renald and Leo take a seat after finishing their fourth song.
"You really don't know that song either?" Leo asked me after he had finished laughing. I shake my head, no.
"Have you been living under a rock?" Renald asks and they both burst out laughing.
"Something like that," I laugh.
"Where are you really from?" Renald asks as he stretches out on the ground, sleepily. I debate my answer when I notice all I could here now where their snores. I draped a blanket over them and stared at them both for a minute. My imagination is so mean. I know I will have to wake up eventually and when I do they will never have existed in my actual life. Again there was a voice in my head that wanted to say something. Instead of pushing it away this time though, I listened to it.
I think this is not a regular dream, I don't think this is real but I do not think this is something that we should be sad about. This has been a magnificent experience and I think it is to help us grow a bit.
I understand where the voice is coming from but I still think that it would be worse to wake up and have everything change again than to stay in the army, with my friends, and die a noble death eventually.