Daydreamers Reality

Fantasy

'Wow...', Beth exclaimed.
'Yeah... Wow', I said, mimicking.
'THAT has got to be the best film ever made. No kidding. I mean the way Patrick Swayze danced with...'

I trotted back to my homestead in the trees, always on the look-out for food and enemies. Today had been a good day. I fought against the daemons that were enveloping the little village of Dundire. What came with that was not only an achievement, but an alliance. The Dirans have made a partnership with me, for when they are in danger, I put it to an end. And whenever I am in low supplies or wounded, they will recompense me. I have learnt to like the ways of this new community. I mean, I could never join this sodality, but I find their ways interesting. The people of Dundire have made a pact for all of eternity to never harm another living being out of hatred or allow any suffering on their ground. This is so because millions of years ago, there was a war with a neighbouring metropolis. What happened is never to be mention inside Dundire because the outcome was horrific. In my view, I think of it as a victory. But many were lost for the people of Dundire, but all were lost in Brown Borough. They were completely wiped out. It was a devastating time, or so I've heard. I especially liked how warming the people of Brown Borough looked. With their little figures and comforting eyes. This species was known for listening and advising. However, back before the war occurred, the Dirans were horrific to look at. They had huge limbs that sprouted from their slim bodies. White eyes against their green skin that could stare within the depths of your mind. The soul purpose of a Diran was to use trickery into luring creatures away and take them to their own village, where the Dirans would then take over. Due to this, there are many abandoned towns that are great for ransacking any supplies. As the generations past on, they still have their pale eyes and green skin, but are now, just above the height of an average human. They also dress in the sacred, dull robes, which they are never to be seen wearing without. As they symbolise the peace that was made. In a sense, they are helpless. They have lost their use of trickery along with any defence. Although, this does come to my advantage.

Before entering my abode, I must ensure I was not to be followed or watched. If so, I would most likely be murdered in my sleep... or worse. Probably hung above the pit of unknown. It seemed like there was no danger near, so I settled in by roasting a mordant, which was a kind of rabbit, then watched the sun set from my watch tower (the highest tree). As I have lived here for my entire life, I have gotten use to the ways of this dark utopia. Met new species, even picked up a few forms of trickery. Although there are only basic tricks that a human is capable of. It's been an average life here, as I am just a human warrior, and there are many better warriors out there. There are whole species made just for fighting. Although, through all the races I have met, I have never seen another human being here.