Dreams of Adventure (HIATUS)

Prologue

The kingdom of Bellen Tor won't stand a chance against the Morteans. The Morteans have weapons upon weapons wielded by undead war veterans, while Bellen Tor has newborn dragons who are just beginning to blow sparks and a skilled few who can use magic and basic arms. Bellen Tor is a land of peace, surrounded by lush forests and fields. The Morteans live in corrupted jungles of dead trees and volcanoes. Their army is built upon the souls of those who have died, and the army keeps growing with every spirit.

This war is unfair. It will be unfair when it starts, and it will be unfair when it ends. The Morteans are starting to threaten Bellen Tor, saying what they will do to rebels and others who refuse to obey them and fulfill their demands. Most of the inhabitants of Bellen Tor are already beginning to board up their shops and homes; it won't be enough to save them. The Bellen Tor army won't stand a chance against the millions of soldiers the Morteans have. They won't be wiped out immediately, but it won't take long for the Morteans to break through their weak barrier and conquer the kingdom.

Sounds like a lot of doubt, I know, but it's true. At least, that's what everybody is saying. Some remain hopeful, like myself, and prepare for war. Others, on the other hand, have given up hope before the fight has even started and are hiding away where they believe it's safe. Nobody's safe, a pessimistic friend of mine would way. Escape is futile, but we can try to evade them for a little while. The king plans on evacuating everyone in Rinshire to Wintershore, which is at the tip of our region, Eskai Isle. We can survive long enough for you to return from the world of mortals, AKA Earth.

Me? Everybody's counting on me. Everybody I know, everybody that I don't know but has heard of my intentions... Everyone in the kingdom of Bellen Tor is relying on me. And Bellen Tor stretches across the entire region...

"No pressure," I joked with my friend Eris a couple days ago at a beach overlooking a sparkling ocean. She, too, knows about my journey, but is too afraid to come with. Everybody is. Eris laughed and, while tossing me a colorful volleyball, said, "don't worry about it too much. You and Streak are a great team."

I believed her and Jasper, my best friend who had always been there for me. He said the same thing: "don't worry about it," and "you'll do great." After wrestling with him over who got the last 'Homemade Cinnabun Brownie' at our last-dinner-until-I-returned-from-my-mission (which he won), I met with the king of Bellen Tor at around midnight. He wished me good luck and also said not to worry about succeeding, saying this would be a breeze for me. Outside of the castle, hundreds of people and magical creatures cheered for me.

I can't let everyone down.

But what if I fail to find help?

That thought jolted me awake. Next to my bed up against the wall was a calendar.

Today, July 31st, was circled - marking the start of my adventure.