The fire crackled wildly attacking the logs with its fiery passion the smoke was hazely rising from the fire pit. Making whisps of grey cloud.
I sat in my cabin listening to the storm raging around me thunder echoing making the floor vibrant with vibrations.
Laying face up to the ceiling with my hands behind me creating a prop for my head to lean against. I stared at the ceiling imaging it as if a large immersive galaxy stretched out to infinity. the rain was tapping violently against the tin roof making sound as if i was in the mist of a competitive tap dancing competition.
Imagination is a very powerful tool if you use it correctly you can create wonders you can do anything.
But if it was used in the wrong hands it could turn the world into an apocalyptic universe. hell to be exact
So this why the population was split into three the imagi,spiritholders and the daydreamers.
The imagi are solders they keep the population safe,
The spiritholders are assassins just think of them as spies for the government there are there to keep rumours from rising.
And to make sure none of the daydreamers "turn evil" you could say we do all the dirty jobs.
And and last of all the most important of the three the daydreamers
The daydreamers are the most special and rare they either have royal blood or are extremely evil. they have the ability to make their imaginations become true and make anything real there are some cases when a particular person had acquired this trait overnight. but this could get suspicious for the rest of the population so this were the spirit holders come in they would take her from the confinement of their home and take them to a camp where they would spend the rest of their lives grazing melancholy around. they were fed and trained to be spirit holders of course they erased their memories so they wouldn't remember there imaginations.
I'm in the spirit holder category,
You see they never gave us names only numbers.
I didn't have any family no comfort whatsoever nobody to conform to and only my teachers to look up to. they stripped all of our love away when we were born.
The number they gave to me was number one,
That was a number I once took pride in but after 17 years of seeing all this torture and pain
Made me fed up of the same routine so I ran away so here I am laying on this bed "imagining." the crimson orange flickered on the tin roof making a stunning display of dancing so full of anger and hot passion yet so graceful and dynamic I fell the dance lulling me to sleep.
