I was riding my bike ,a storm seemed to be coming soon, I told myself that I’d wait for half an hour if no one came I’d leave and be a little more reassured that I’m not coming crazy.
The old Lodge.. what could that be? I tried to remember, the only memory that would come up.
My Dads workshop.
My dad was a tinkerer, the noise bothered my mom so he got a lodge here worked around here. I used to come here on weekends with him.
I remember my mom coming in the middle of the day with fresh baked cookies, my dads light up home made choppers..I loved those little things, my dad would get old remote controls and I don't remember how made them work with those wooden choppers, he used LED lights I think to make them light up in all sorts of amazing colors.
When I arrived it was 10:58, I got off my bike and put it by a tree.
The Lodge was so not how I remembered it.
The windows where shattered, the roof was falling apart, there was trash everywhere and it looked like a hurricane hit it. I got up on the porch it was so familiar it made my eyes tear up. I miss them so much, I’d do anything to see them one more time, the door was slightly open and creaked when I opened it wider.
The inside was.. Perfect, the windows somehow where suddenly fixed, the furniture was still in one piece, the walls weren't falling apart, the lights where on in all the rooms. I went into my dads workshop, same place they where last time I was here, but none of his cool inventions. I walked around the place, I knew it like the back of my hand I just can't believe after all these years.
Something was burning, I checked my watch 11:00, I turned my head left and right it was coming from the kitchen, I took the fire extinguisher my dad left in the closet and ran towards the smoke, spraying the foam at its source.
“What was that for?!” Said someone in the back of the room who seemed to have been covered by the foam from my attempt to stop my childhood happy place from burning down.
“Something was freaking burning!” I shouted back, the person wiped the foam of their face, sure enough it was Falik.
“I was making brownies!” He showed me a plate of burnt crisp black and dry blocks.
“Those are brownies?” I said
“Well... its a new recipe!”
“What are you doing here?”
“I told you 11:00” he shrugged.
“Well I’m here now and I know can say for sure I'm crazy”
“What gives you that Idea?”
“I'm hallucinating, this whole day is one big bad dream and any second now I’m going to wake up and move on with my life!”
“I wish this was all just a dream, then I would wake up, in my families castle, safe and sound.. well as safe as I can get, with my brother, sister and mother, but Midnight this is not a dream.”
“How can I even trust all of this? Amaro told me I got hit by a car probably did something to my head”
“You got hit by his car he left out that little detail By the way”
“Whatever, same thing I got knocked in the head”
“You're impossible”
“Says the one who isn't even real” I retorted, He sighed.
“Midnight honestly? Alright if this is a dream maybe if you just go along with it it'll go away that sound good?”
“Nope I’ll just hang around probably gonna wake up soon”
“Midnight come on! Tell me is there any way I can show you you're not dreaming?”
I shrugged “ I don't know tell me how can you?”
“I can't show you the impossible, there's no way I can think of that will prove it, you just have to believe, that's all you have to do”
I shook my head “This is all just crazy”
“Since when did you go against being crazy?”
“You talk about me like you know me, I've never seen you a day in my life.”
“Now that's where you're really wrong...”
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Elemental Lost Past
Fantasy"My world isn't the way it used to be...its changed a lot and I just feel lost, everything is just too much to take in and nothing seems to make sense, yet somehow everything never seemed more...right."
