The Dreamer


I looked at myself in the mirror and saw an entirely new person. The black denim vest I had on had the Legion symbol on the back with "Dreamer" above it. My new ripped jeans were being held up by two belts. The bottom of the jeans were neatly tucked into my black high top shoes. My plain black tank top was neatly tucked into my jeans. My hair was cut and I now had a fringe. I zipped up the bone and zipper covered vest about half way before tieing a white bandana around my left wrist and pulling on fingerless leather gloves. Boy do these guys love leather.

I sighed before stepping out of my room and made my way down the hallway and down the stairs to the meeting room.

"There you are!" The Mystic said. "The soldiers will be here any minute for our first meeting."

I slowly made my way over to the small stage. Five chairs were set up beside a pier in the center of the stage. One thing I never noticed about this room was that it looked very similar to a church.

"We call it the Church of the Wild Ones." The Prophet said.

I nodded my head. I wanted to sit down, but I didn't know where.

"You can sit between Deviant and Destroyer." The Prophet continued. "All you have to do is sit there. I'm usually the one who does the talking. Deviant will usually come up and discuss strategy plans. Destroyer then would take them outside the camp to help train them. But right now, we need to go into our library while the soldiers file in."

I nodded my head and followed him to the small room. All five of us managed to fit in there easily.

I then heard a mumble sounding something like "All rise for the great and powerful Wild Ones."

One by one they all left and took their place on the stage. First, the Mourner, then the Mystic, then the Prophet, then the Deviant, then me, and finally the Destroyer. I noticed everyone was staring at me. We finally sat down and the Prophet began to speak.
"Firstly, I would like to thank everyone for coming to this meeting on a very short notice. Now, I would like to introduce you to a recent discovery. As you can see, there is six of us up here.That is because there is not five, but indeed six Wild Ones. " The Prophet turned to me and motioned for me to rise. "I would like to introduce you to the missing sixth member to the Wild Ones, the Dreamer. And yes. She may be a girl, but she has a lot of potential." She gave me a small half smile and nodded, giving me permission to sit back down. "On to the reason I called you all here. Last week, the Dreamer had an encounter with a shadow." The room was filled with murmurs about what the Prophet said. "Quiet! I know what you are thinking, and yes I know we did destroy F.E.A.R., but the shadows cam back and are stronger than ever. The dreamer was willing to tell her story to the Mystic. And, I had recently had a vision of an army of shadows attempting to trespass into our teritory. Will we let them take our land?"

"NO!"

"Will we let F.E.A.R. win this war?"

"NO!"

"Then let's go kick som shadow ass."

The soldiers cheered. The Deviant stood up and switched placed with the Prophet. I started to feel tention from the Prophet being so close to me. One move, and I could be sitting on his lap. The Deviant continued to show his attack plan, but I didn't pay attention. It's not like I could fight. I'm a girl for crying out loud! We finally finishedand everyone went outside.

"Make sure you always look serious." The Prophet whispered to me.

We all walked in a line in front of the soldiers, leading them out of the safety of the camp. The Destroyer parted ways with the soldiers following him.

"Where's the Destroyer going?" I asked

"To help train them." The Prophet said. "He is in charge of training the soldiers for battle. Like the Deviant is in charge of making the strategy plans for battle, Destroyer is helping the soldiers fight their way to victory."

"Oh. Then why are we away from them?"

"One, the Mystic needed to get a potion to help the soldiers fight F.E.A.R.'s soldiers. The Mystic is like a Voodoo magic man. He makes medicines and potions to help our citizens. And two, " The Prophet stopped and I finally noticed we were completely alone, together. "I need to know what you can do.

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