Knight's Quest

Chapter VIII: The Dream

You run down the road, sweat racing across your brow. Angel turns around to see an explosion erupt from the castle. "I hope she's alright," she mutters as her eyes begin to water. She wipes her eyes to hold back the tears. "No, we must keep moving. We can't stop. Let's head to my room at the inn." She starts off in front of you, past a pile of deformed bodies.

"Maybe you should ask your boyfriend to help us!" I shout "He's the one who's really wreaking havoc, not Drakkar!" I run to catch up to her.

"My boyfriend?" she whips around when you approach. "What are you talking about? Who do you think you are to make such judgments?"

"Oh, I'm no one. Just a previous Writer who's been thrown down here by your boyfriend, King Nathaniel and current Writer."

"First off, I don't believe in that Writer mumbo jumbo, it's just another stupid religion. Second, King Nathaniel was not my boyfriend. He just, amused me." You turn a corner, passing a burned down building and walk out of the city's Southern gate. The one you had just entered through a few hours before.

"Oh really? I'll remember that, Girlie. Not your boyfriend..."

"How do you know about this anyway?"

"I have already told you. I was the Writer, I know all about this."

"Well I have already told you that I don't believe in the Writer. It's just something made up by homeless fools like you, trying to make money and give themselves hope."

"How can you not believe when its proof is right before your eyes? Your sister appeared right in front of you with a letter from Nathaniel himself."

"Yes and now my sister is gone, and right after I had just found her. After searching for years she has left me again. I will not let her escape me so soon. And about her appearance, if you haven't noticed there's a lot of magic afloat. It could have just been some deranged magician or even Drakkar himself. Either way it was not the Writer."

"Well you don't have to believe in it. It's real despite your belief."

"Whatever, don't try to convert me, I don't have time for that. I have a sister to save. So let's go to my room, get some supplies, and help her."

"Oh yes, because the first time we attacked the psychopathic sorcerer, things went so well. Let's try being less moronic this time around."

"Well what do you have in mind?"

"As is commonly known in Glenwood lore, all sorcerers have a powerful object which feeds their magic. A life source of sorts. If we can destroy it, we can stop Drakkar."

"Oh, of course, the life source," She retorts sarcastically. "How could I have forgotten. Tell me, where are we going to find it, because I don't have time to go on a quest. My sister could DIE any minute now!"

"There's always time for a Quest!"

"Oh please."

"The best way to keep your sister alive is to find Drakkar's Magic Thingy (that's the technical term). Because this is a dream, you have some control. Imagine Drakkar dying and a hole will open in your dream allowing us to go where his Magic Thingy is." ... Writer, you sure as heck better make this work.

"Oh stop with this dream nonsense. I've known this wasn't a dream for a while now. Thanks for lying to me in a near death experience. Besides, we're already at the inn." You look and see that you have indeed arrived. The inn is just the way that you left it, and no one is in sight. "I'm going to go get some supplies. If you want to help save my sister, fine. If not, leave me alone!" She storms inside the inn, slamming the door behind her.