Lost in a Dream

Chapter 5

Shiloh's mind was reeling, as he finally remembered who he really was.

His real name was indeed Saphire Silverflame. He had come from a place, or a world, called Earth, where magic now merged with technology. He had friends there, and someone else, a boy, a boy he had fallen in love with. This had angered a local warlock, someone who had loved this person, a person who became so caught up in jealousy that his heart began to control his mind. 

Shiloh remembered everything, and turned to face the guardian. "I can't believe you and that cruel warlock, that wretched boy, could send me away from the people I love. You will never, ever, ever get away with this. So long as I have any say in it."

The guardian didn't even have a chance to reply. Shiloh held up his hands, and silver-white energy began to fly out from his palms, in bursts like firecrackers, and landed on it's armor. Soon, every inch was encased in this strange, silvery power, and as soon as this was the case, Shiloh curled his fingers inward, then flicked them back out, a gesture that mimed an explosion.

The guardian emitted a yell that turned into a strange shriek, mostly muffled by it's helmet, and it's armor was ripped off of it in a similar explosion to the gesture made by Shiloh. As soon as the armor was ripped apart, it collapsed into a vortex that was created in the place of the body that had been there mere moments before, before vanishing into thin air.

The sound of a powerful breeze, like a whistling sound of a tornado, began to puncture the silence. Shiloh turned, and watched as the walls began to vanish, turning to nothingness. He merely grinned, as the air around him became a swirling cloud of darkness. Right before this cloud could reach him, and pull him into the vortex of the spell, Shiloh began to disappear in a swirling tornado of white, smoke-like silver energy, that started at his feet. It drifted slowly, yet quickly at the same time, making him vanish with it, until the last thing that disappeared was his triumphant grin.

Back on Earth, standing around a bed were three people. One of them was pacing. She had a sword strapped to her back, alongside a quiver of arrows. her belt held a series of different tools and weapons. Her hair was brown, somewhat curly, and extremely messy.  Standing to his left was a girl, who had bright blue hair, with a red streak on one side. and happened to have a rod in her hand. The rod had a gem at the tip, and would glow ever now and then, as the girl said a spell. She was wearing a black trench coat, with a red shirt and jeans underneath. To the right of the girl with the weapons was a guy, who had short blonde hair, and was wearing a brownish-red coat, with a hunter-green shirt, and tan pants. He held a double-bladed staff in his hands, which he would occasionally lean against the wall. The sounds of horns honking outside, and the occasional siren were the only noises apart from the one girl's pacing steps.

Lying on a bed in front of them was Shiloh, or at least, his body. His hair was the same blonde color, and he wore the same blue hoodie, black jeans, and red shirt that he wore in the dreamland. He seemed to be asleep.

Suddenly, there was a flash of silver light, that came from Shiloh himself, and his eyes suddenly snapped open. He gasped deeply, like he hadn't had enough sleep in weeks, and laughed. "I did it." he yelled weakly.

The people around his bed cheered for joy, but were pushed back by the other boy with short blonde hair, and leather jacket. "I thought I lost you." He said, and he kissed Shiloh.

Shiloh kissed him back, then after a moment, ended the kiss. He looked right in the other boy's eyes, and said, "You could never ever lose me, I promise you that much. So long as my spirit remains unbroken, I will always find you. Ash."