The True Tale of The Golden Gaurd

Part 3

During the night, he ended up passing out due to exhaustion. He dreamt of a world where the rain didn't hurt you, where the plants were green and all sorts of colors. Where there was a normal day and night, and expect for a blood moon, it was a milky white moon.

Where the streets bustled with life, but instead of hideous monsters tormenting children, it was lovely looking humans. Ones that didn't eat other humans on the walk, and instead walking into shops and came out with strange looking foods.

Where children laughed and played in the dirt as if it was normal to do so.

And then the dream changed.

It was then a dream of hundreds of Golden Guards...

All pointing towards him, speaking above each other as more and more appear.

And they all looked like him...

Except... not.

One had brown hair.

Another had more scars.

One was wearing red instead of Gold.

One had longer hair.

One had tanner skin.

And yet they shared two things.

The first is the bright magenta eyes. And the other is the frown that plastered all their faces.

One of them moved closer to him. The other Golden Guard lifted his hand and brushed Hunter's hair away from him.

When all of a sudden a voiced boomed out above the rest,

"LET ME SEE HIM!"

The crowd seemed to part like a wave, opening up to reveal someone who looked just like him.

Except this man was older, taller, and had lighted hair. He had scars plastered on his face and arms.

A smile graced his face. And a twinkle glinted in his eyes.

"Hello Hunter," he said.

"My name is Caleb."

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Hunter woke with a scream. Sweet caked his forehead as he looked around. He was fine, but a light peeked trough one of the slabs of wood.

Scrambling to get up. He searched the room he was in for any tools or supplies that would help him in case someone were to find him.

Luck wasn't on his side, because as soon as he walked out, he heard a familiar voice.

"Caleb?"

Turning towards the voice, he was met with a face he recognized way too well.

Trying to seem anything but suspicious, Hunter smiled, took a step back. Took a nice long breath in, and responded.

"Heyyyy Gus, what are you doing here?"

Gus raised his eyebrow.

"What am I doing here? This is my school. What are you doing here?"

Hunter risked a glance behind him, praying that someone else wasn't there.

"Nothing." He said at last. "Nothing at all."