Reality of Daydreams

Strike One

I had ripped the kerchief off my face but remained seated against the wall, mainly because my legs had fallen asleep. "Those things... are spirits?" Minnie looked at me in surprise as she nodded. "All of them?" she nodded again. For some reason that scared me more than any ticking time bomb ever could. I didn't realize it but my eyes had begun to shift rapidly before I focused on one point and took a deep breath. Minnie leaned forward, tilting her head curiously, "You didn't know that?" I turned back to her, pausing with my mouth open before finally saying, "I thought you said they were creatures." "Oh!" Minnie said, her eyes wide with understanding. "The wolves are creatures, they have a physical manifestation. If you kill one they bleed, but they... they're cursed. Sometimes they can act like spirits?" "Wouldn't that just make them spirits then?" I asked getting more confused. "I haven't had that many run-ins with the wolves so I could be wrong." Minnie leaned back, her hands up sightly in defense. "Most of the things outside are spirits, plus the wolves out hunting them."

"Alright, hold up. You burned whatever those herbs were to attract spirits who in turn attracted the wolves away from the base? How did you know that would work?" Minnie shrugged, "Soul knew, I just did what he told me to do, and did it badly." We both sat in silence for a moment before I broke it.

"Who's Soul?"

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That's it! I'm getting the hell out of here! Marc moved towards the far end of the room. The conversation beyond the door went on. "How's business?" Marc's older brother asked taking up a chair. "Same old, same old. Gosa keeps getting burden by them little street urchins. It's almost like the business was made for him." Fletcher beamed happily. "Is that where he is now?" "Naw, he already caught a little brat earlier. You know Gosa's temper, one wrong move and you could lose your head." They went silent. Marc had made it to the furniture stacked against the wall, moonlight shone through a window a little way out of reach. Despite all the scenarios running through his head of how this could possibly go wrong he ignored them, wanting nothing but to be as far away from his brother as possible. He climbed the furniture. Although moving quickly he was careful not to make a noise. Reaching the window, which was missing bars, he started trying to loosen a bar in the middle that would open the window just enough for him to squeeze out of. Focusing on his task he didn't realize that the room beyond his had become completely silent and heavy with death. Fletcher's still warm body laid dead on the floor, the crown prince standing over him wiping the blood off an exposed knife. As he sheathed the knife he broke the silence, the killing had been a single fluid movement, "You understand, don't you?" He asked rhetorically to the corpse, kneeling beside it. "That I can't have someone like you running around during my ascension to the throne." A devilish smile played on the young man's face, he had taken fun in the killing. Little did he know he would soon have more fun, as his youngest brother remained in the other room.

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A/N

It's almost comical, the fact that I promised to keep updating during this busy week and I missed the first day!!! In my defense, my boss needed me to work an extra hour. (And I really can't say no to money, despite being sleep deprived...)

Also right now I'm on a train to see that stupid Koala! I left the house around 7 am to catch it, but almost missed it because I was so tired after getting home. Right now I am lacking all the personal hygiene!! (I'm not going into details, but you can imagine since I left my house with barely enough time to change out of my pajamas.)

Another important thing to mention is that this train's wifi is not working, so although I'm writing all this at 8:41 am it probably won't get posted until much much later!! (3:32)