That night I dreamt of warriors, of comedrades who would fight till the last breath. I dreamt of people who you could trust, who would unconditionally do things for you, and stay by your side.
Of people, who, no mater the age, no matter the gender, no matter the ethnicity, would still journey with you, no matter the price. Of people throwing parties just because you slayed a beast of the seas.
I dreamt I was a king, and what a king I was.
I dreamt of a group held so close together by bonds of friendship, so thick that not even the sharpest sword could break them apart. I dreamt of comrades that would lay down their weapons for each other, because of friendship.
I also dreamt of boisterous laughter and booming shouts full of joy. I dreamt of caverns full of riches and new comrades to be set free. Of treasure troves, and places you never new existed, that you found traveling with your friends.
I dreamt of honorable and noble deaths of loved ones, of bittersweet endings and joyful last words.
Of apologies for not making it to the end.
I dreamt of soft caresses from loved ones, and hugs from orphaned children. I dreamt of a world, so wrong but so right. I dreamt of rainbows a leprechauns. Of family and losses. That night, I dreamt of my adventures with my many friends. Of beutiful pure white birds, soaring through the sky, withous restraint, soaring free!
Oh, what we had accomplished! What a wonderful journey that was.
Ah, I dreamt many wonderful things that reminiscing night. But, alas, all good things must come to a end.
When I awakend that bittersweet day, I lifted my weary head and glanced at the painting on my wall. Looking at my gray, trembling hand, I gave a dry, broken chuckle. What a group we were. I wonder if I'll see them again, up there. I gave my last smile, and said a few last words. "Goodbye, my friends." I smiled. What an adventure this was.
A/n. So yeah. That happened. This POV was Alibaba from magi.
My tears were overflowing as I wrote this lol. I keep coming back and editing it.
