Rise of the Supernatural Heroes (Mystical Warriors book 1)

VISION OF WONDER

Matthew woke up from the strange dream he just had. It felt like he was in another world, in another dimension. He felt his dream was very much real, and he felt like he had ever been so alive before. Never had a dream about undead people called Mystical Warriors and Comrades of Årvondor fighting each other, yet alone year about souls taking on skin.

Ghosts of the dead having skin was nonsense, Matthew thought. There can be no way a soul (or a ghost or a spirit) could have skin grow on its spiritual self. Skin is a physical object, and a ghost is a spiritual object. Such a supernatural thing can't happen in this reality.

Matthew got out of bed and got dressed into modern day clothes. Matthew hurried downstairs and saw breakfast already made for him. Before he sat down to eat, he looked at a nearby clock.

It was fifteen minutes past eleven. Matthew realized he had slept longer than he thought he would. It was pass morning and near lunchtime. This was bad timing he thought to be sleeping in, even having a bad dream.

He quickly got dressed into causal clothes for a typical civilian so he wouldn't want to go out looking like a kid in a costume out for trick-or-treating. He sometimes hated dressing like a civilian and kept wanting to wear the armor, but it would rather be strange for a fourteen year old to dress something ancient from ancient times in a modern society where armor is just for show or use to go out trick-or-treating.

He quickly rushed downstairs to make himself to see if anyone else was pondering the about the house. He found no one in the living room or kitchen. He guessed his foster brothers were at their schools and the mother out shopping for the next meal to cook.

In his lifetime, not once did he have to eat anything. He never felt hungry and never had the need to drink. This was all too strange for him to know about. For a human who is supposed to eat and drink to stay healthy and alive, he never had the need to eat food or even drink simple water.

This was something science wouldn't be able to explain. He found out he could fly and possess a unique power of fire at will. He didn't know how or why he could snap a small spark of fire from his fingers, but he can do it. And he can do it more so when he goes undercover as a nightly superhero in ancient armor for the people to bare witness to his awesome power.

Now considering he felt he was the only one in the house, this must mean he could have the entire house to himself. But he found it rather boring to be in one, two-story house. To him, it felt like a prison where he was trapped inside and hardly ever goes out. The house was just an ordinary home for any human to live, feel the comfort of food and drink, and be merry around friends and family.

Matthew didn't feel the joy or wrath of the house, but a dreary sense like the house was keeping him from using what he liked doing. He liked helping people who needed dire help, but his face could be made public and his mystery power of using fire from just a mere hand.

And if any knowledge of him and his prone powers were public, any organization would be tempted to use him and his power for selfish means. So, he kept he had to keep his face and identity a secret from the outside world. He didn't want to limit his face, but it was good reasons because any vile organization that seeks to ruin governments or do hostile takeovers over a cavillations would see Matthew as a weapon to make a lot of gains and use people as a hostage for him to summit to their will.

Nuallán taught Matthew to limit his use of his appearance and his powers to only a limit, so the rest of the planet wouldn't need to know about the face within the Red Dragon's helmet.

As he was browsing the downstairs, he saw his foster father from the front window sitting on the front porch on a chair next to a glass table out. He seemed to be drinking from a glass cup with a clear liquid of water. Matthew couldn't help but to walk and sit down on an empty chair next to Nuallán.

"Feeling well?"

"Just a bad dream."

"I could imagine. I had bad dreams in my youth. Dreams pass in time, Matthew."

"This wasn't just a dream. It seen more like a flashback, a memory. A vision of the past."

"A vison of the back? A memory? What kind of flashback would you mean?"

"The dream isn't a memory I remember, but it feels like... a memory from a long, long, long time ago."

"Hymh, tell me more about your dream," said Nuallán.

"If I told you, you won't believe me, dad," said Matthew.

"Indulge me, son. I heard many strange stories from people under the procession of alcohol."

Matthew signed and told his foster father everything about the dream he had. He mentioned of Rin, Årvondor, Mythical Warriors and someone banished to the Earth's core. Matthew kept his dream or vision short and to the point, and Nuallán just listened to Matthew without showing a sign of disbelief.

"Now that is some dream," said Nuallán.

"Do you know what it means?" asked Matthew.

Nuallán shook his head in response. "Time will only tell if it is really a dream or a vision of what is to come. For now, just lay aside all thoughts of the matter. Right now, you focus on only you. Don't focus on anything else, Matthew. Keep your mind on the present and keep your thoughts at ease. Too much thinking over a dream can cause confusion between a dream and reality."

"Like not using my strange ability to fly?"

"Just like that. Just because you can fly doesn't grant you the ability to stand above all people if you are a god. Remember, you were a human long before you were a god. So, don't take for that your abilities will make you immortal or invisible. You are going to be vulnerable, and only use your abilities against someone else who has the same abilities you do."

"If you say so, even though it is doubtful there is anybody else on this planet who is the same as me." Matthew got up and walked back into the house.

"If you're feeling so down today, how about you go meet your friends today? They said they would be going over to David's house. It is just right around the corner. I heard from them this morning they made a new friend."

Matthew only stared at the street in response. He was interested in seeing his old friends he saw hours before he went to take a nap and recover from a few nights he ceased sleeping.

"You don't want to see a new friend?" asked Nuallán.

Matthew blinked his eyes and shook his head. He felt he was in a strange trance, but the voice of Nuallán snapped Matthew out of his staring-mode. "Oh, yes."

"Were you daydreaming of something?" asked Nuallán.

"I don't know. Maybe."

Nuallán only shook his head as Matthew answered with a blunt response. Then Nuallán got up and took one last look at Matthew. "Before long, you will know what will come and you will need to be ready." Nuallán walked back into the house and left Matthew back himself in the front porch by himself.

Matthew was now curious as to what "new friend" David, Brandon, and Sarah had found. So, he got up from his seat and walked over the front lawn to go to David's house to see what friend they have found.