The Unwilling Protagonist

Chapter 24: Dreams of the Self

Opening Theme:

Y/N opened his eyes and found himself staring up at the ceiling in his apartment again. As his senses returned to him, he realized his alarm was going off. He turned it off and looked at the time. 6:02 AM, Tuesday.

He groaned as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. Was that some kind of dream he just had? If so, it was very realistic and vivid. What was it about? The dream faded from Y/N's mind...He decided to leave it be. It was time for him to get ready for his school day...

He ate his breakfast in silence. That dream...what was it about? He remembered something about fighting and flying around and something like that...It sounded like too much effort for someone like him...

At the start of Y/N's day, before his class started, one of his classmates tapped his shoulder.

"Hey, Y/N...Miriam's staring at you again." Geralt whispered

Miriam? Y/N thought to himself. He instinctively looked to his right and saw a girl with long blond hair quickly break eye contact with him. Her face...her hair...why did it look familiar...?

"She's into you, man." Geralt whispered.

"Is she really?" Y/N whispered back. He was still distrustful of girls.

"Yeah, I'm serious. Every time you aren't looking at her she's looking at you. She's doing it again."

Y/N looked at the blond girl again, and she looked away again.

"Are you sure she's into me? She keeps looking away when I look at her." Y/N said incredulously.

"Trust me, Charlotte told me to tell you that." Geralt replied.

Charlotte? That name sounded familiar too...Those girls weren't in his class before, were they?

The door to the classroom opened and the principal walked in.

"Oh, it's Mr. Rathe. What's he got to say now?" Geralt asked.

Rathe? What was with these names, and why were they so familiar? His face even looked familiar too.

"Good morning everyone." Mr. Rathe said, "I'd like to introduce you to your new teacher..."

A beautiful blond woman walked into the classroom. All the boys ogled her with wide eyes. She looked too old to be a girl but too pretty to be a middle-aged woman.

"Hello everyone." The woman said. The voice...the feeling it gave Y/N...it was so...familiar too. Something was wrong...

"My name is Ms. Reighland. I'll be your new teacher starting today."

Fucking hell, this woman looks familiar too... Suddenly, Y/N remembered something. He didn't have any friends in High School; so who was this Geralt guy? He turned his head, but Geralt was gone. Only an empty desk remained.

The class went on with nothing unique occurring. When that was done, everyone stood up to leave, except for Y/N; he was told to stay. He stood in front of Ms. Reighland and noticed something on her uniform. A brooch pin on her lapel...she noticed what he was staring at.

"I see you looking at my pin." Ms. Reighland said, "It's the High Priestess of tarot cards. She represents hidden talent and intuition."

High Priestess... Y/N thought.

"Wh-what did you ask me here for?" Y/N asked nervously. Was there something he did wrong? Did he forget an assignment? Did this lady know something he didn't?