What an imagination can do

N.n.nightmare

"Keep running!" cried Hanann (Han-Ann). She was a girl I met up with often in my dreams. the two of us would meet in an old underground tree in the forbidden forest. Oh! By the way... welcome to my dreams. Lets just say I have a wild imagination.

At this moment it was being put to good use.

"I am!" we were on the run from some of the biggest ogres in the Shadow Swamp. We had been sent on the mission by prince Fed to find his bride to be. If you ask me she was too much trouble!

The ogre took a swing at us with his huge tree he'd uprooted. Lucky for us he had bad aim. Up ahead I could here running water. With the bride in the sack on my back I'd never make it!

"What do we do, Image?" asked Hanann from behind me. I began to rack my brain for new ideas but they all ended badly. Then it hit me like a cold stream:

" Jump in the river. A water fall isn't to far down. We can make it if we pull out our necklaces."

"King Fed is right. Your insane!"

"You had to mention that!" I replied. Once we reached the bank the kings army had already cut down a dead tree. I handed the princess to Hanann to go across first. She resisted at first. "Just go! I can handle myself."

"Good luck sister."

I called upon all my courage as I unsheathed Matellien from its sheath. I jumped onto the oncoming tree and got off on to the ogres head. I knocked on his head with the hilt of my sword. It echoed.

"Well," I stated. "what do ya know. It's hallow. Who'd of thunk it?"

This caused him to roar in anger. So he does have and emotional hallow head. He grabbed for me but I slashed his hand with my sword. I looked into the water as he bent down to the stream to wash the cut. I saw a tall fit girl with long, wavy, rose red hair and gold grey eyes. Her mouth was a bit bigger but fit her well and her blue jeans, button shirt and converses where tattered. Even the sheath looked beat up.

'Gosh I look weird,' I thought to myself.

"Look out Image! Watch out!" before I could respond I felt cold water rush up under me. the ogre had attempted to cross the small tree bridge. It didn't hold. We had come crashing down into the stream below. And I did not like the site I saw next.