Reality of Daydreams

A questionable memory

"DARN IT!" Marc somewhat yelled after Charlie and Minnie left the room. He paced the floor as Soul stayed seated on the floor where he had been the whole time. "Sit," Soul commanded getting annoyed at the pacing. Marc obediently sat down, but not without a brief moment of hesitation before remembering the boy was still recovering. "Sorry. How are you feeling sir?" Marc said gravely. Soul looked up from rubbing his head, "I told you not to call me that. You rank higher than me in both age and status, remember?" Marc rolled his eyes away, muttering "What do those material things matter in this world anyway..." 

What was so special about this new kid on the block anyways? She got mistaken for the wolf-slayer, so what? I was mistaken as him too!  Marc thought furiously, remembering how easily she picked on Soul's ring that had burned even it's owner.  I can't let her beat me.

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Minnie lead the way through a new catacomb lined with torches. What a waste. I thought to myself passing the bright torches. Soon an echoed came in our direction, introducing a new figure on the scene. He hurried past us, momentarily nodding at Minnie before practically shoving into us. "Wait, we're not the only ones?" I asked watching as he turned the corner we had passed just moments ago. Minnie looked over her shoulder at me thoughtfully, before answering bluntly, "Yeah, I think there might be a hundred or so." She nodded as we turned another corner into a fabric covered doorway. Minnie lift the curtain letting it fall in my face. "Oops, sorry. I'm not use to people following me." She hurriedly held it up for me to lift over my head. The room was dark before Minnie striked a spark and began lighting the many candles of different shapes and sizes around the room. "You can grab one of those pillows," she nodded to a small raised platform carved into the wall, "I normally read there, but you can use it tonight." I knew it wouldn't be as comfy as it looked so I sat down on the quilt carefully, being met with the hardness of the stone. Eh better than nothing. I thought, staring enviously at a low wooden frame holding holding piles and piles of pillows and comforters. Minnie pretend not to notice as she finished up lighting the room. "So," I began trying to figure out how I was going to fall asleep, "Who are you guys?" I asked, totally expecting her to skirt the question. "Oh uh, yeah," she said rearranging some pillows on her bed tossing me one. "Did I not tell you?" "No" I answered with a derpy smile, "Can you? Maybe?" She took a deep breath, and opened her eyes wide as though trying to stay awake. 

"We're kinda like rebels? But not the bad kind!" She said quickly, "Like, killing is almost never an option and everyone is really close so... stuff?" Minnie looked at me confused at what I wanted to hear and if hearing that would get her in trouble. "Ok, fine." I sighed, "How about an easier question?"

"Why do you remember me?"

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A/N

lol I wrote more, dang I must be like super inspired right now for some reason *laughs nerviously looking over my shoulder where a koala with a knife is standing chatting "write" over and over again*, yeah just super duper creative right now. *sweat runs down face.*

Alright, I'm DONE!! SEE YA PEEPS TOMORROW!!!