The Sixth Wild One
Overture
The Dreamer
"Again." The Destroyer said.
I was fighting the made up shadow creature for practice, but kept "loosing". I tried the move again and the fake shadow struck me with their staff again.
"You're doing it all wrong. You have to be a lot quicker. If not, you will die in battle." He said.
I groaned. "I'm trying my hardest! I don't know why I can't get it!"
He walked up to me and rested his hands on my shoulders. "Relax. First thing when it comes to fighting these things, is you have to be calm. It was a lot different when you were training with me. I've been training you for two weeks and you seemed to be fine with fighting with the other wariors. You just need to calm down."
"I can't. Being this whole Dreamer thing is too stressful. I haven't slept in a week! I'm tired of being this leader! I'm still a fucking kid!" I dropped my weapon and fell to the floor in tears. "I want to go home!"
"Okay." He crouched down to my height. "Maybe we should take a break. Find a way to get you to calm down. Then we can try again tomorrow."
I nodded my head. He helped me up and we walked away from the scene. Next thing I knew, we were in front of the Mystic's hideaway. The Destroyer pulled the tent flap away.
"Knock knock!" He said.
The Mystic turned around with his hands behind his back. "Oh! Hey Destroyer. Hey Dreamer." He looked kind of nervous.
"Look. Dreamer needs a break from training. She needs some way to keep herself calm when fighting the shadows. So I was thinking you could figure something out to keep her calm."
"Yeah. Yeah. I can see what I can do." He said.
The Destroyer left and I was left alone with the Mystic.
"What's behind your back?" I asked.
"N-nothing."
"Awe, c'mon. I promise I won't tell the others."
He sighed and pulled whatever it was behind his back. It was a large piece of carved wood in one hand and some kind of stick in the other.
"I-its a violin." He looked down in shame. "It helped me connect with Eye Black in her world. That's how we got her to return to true home, before she was killed once again." He set the items down in the table in front of me. "We all vowed to protect everyone after both of her deaths."
"Can you play something for me?"
"Uh, I guess. But I haven't played in months. The last time I played was after her death. But I can try to play something."
He epicked up the instrument and held it up inder his chin. Beautiful music then started filling the room. When he finished, he put the instrument in a wodden case and turned to me.
"That was beautiful." I said. "Do you make that yourself?"
He nodded his head. "Playing normally helps me remain in this calm state I'm always in. I just created something to contact her in some way."
"Well it's beautiful. Maybe I could use something like that to calm me down."
"Tell you what. I'll whip something up for you and we'll try it out in a few days."
"Alright. And, thank you. I don't know where I would be if you haven't found me last month."
"I think it was you who found me. You made it here on your own. You managed to get past a shadow unseen alone. I just wish I was more like you when I was your age and they invaded my home. I probably would have been able to save my family sooner."
"Believe me. I probably would have died if Marcus haven't sent me here. You helped me get back on my feet. And I'm gratefull for that." I smiled.
Maybe that's all I needed. A break from training and a talk. Something to get my mind off of all this responsibility I have. The Mystic and I stayed in his hideaway till dusk. He showed me how to play his violin, and I think it helped me a lot. He told me stories of his encounters with the shadows alone and how he discovered his powers. I told him my stories from my childhood as well. We both seemed happier after our time alone isolated from everyone else. But the one thing that wouldn't leave my mind, was the Prophet. And I need to know why I have such wierd feelings for him.
"Again." The Destroyer said.
I was fighting the made up shadow creature for practice, but kept "loosing". I tried the move again and the fake shadow struck me with their staff again.
"You're doing it all wrong. You have to be a lot quicker. If not, you will die in battle." He said.
I groaned. "I'm trying my hardest! I don't know why I can't get it!"
He walked up to me and rested his hands on my shoulders. "Relax. First thing when it comes to fighting these things, is you have to be calm. It was a lot different when you were training with me. I've been training you for two weeks and you seemed to be fine with fighting with the other wariors. You just need to calm down."
"I can't. Being this whole Dreamer thing is too stressful. I haven't slept in a week! I'm tired of being this leader! I'm still a fucking kid!" I dropped my weapon and fell to the floor in tears. "I want to go home!"
"Okay." He crouched down to my height. "Maybe we should take a break. Find a way to get you to calm down. Then we can try again tomorrow."
I nodded my head. He helped me up and we walked away from the scene. Next thing I knew, we were in front of the Mystic's hideaway. The Destroyer pulled the tent flap away.
"Knock knock!" He said.
The Mystic turned around with his hands behind his back. "Oh! Hey Destroyer. Hey Dreamer." He looked kind of nervous.
"Look. Dreamer needs a break from training. She needs some way to keep herself calm when fighting the shadows. So I was thinking you could figure something out to keep her calm."
"Yeah. Yeah. I can see what I can do." He said.
The Destroyer left and I was left alone with the Mystic.
"What's behind your back?" I asked.
"N-nothing."
"Awe, c'mon. I promise I won't tell the others."
He sighed and pulled whatever it was behind his back. It was a large piece of carved wood in one hand and some kind of stick in the other.
"I-its a violin." He looked down in shame. "It helped me connect with Eye Black in her world. That's how we got her to return to true home, before she was killed once again." He set the items down in the table in front of me. "We all vowed to protect everyone after both of her deaths."
"Can you play something for me?"
"Uh, I guess. But I haven't played in months. The last time I played was after her death. But I can try to play something."
He epicked up the instrument and held it up inder his chin. Beautiful music then started filling the room. When he finished, he put the instrument in a wodden case and turned to me.
"That was beautiful." I said. "Do you make that yourself?"
He nodded his head. "Playing normally helps me remain in this calm state I'm always in. I just created something to contact her in some way."
"Well it's beautiful. Maybe I could use something like that to calm me down."
"Tell you what. I'll whip something up for you and we'll try it out in a few days."
"Alright. And, thank you. I don't know where I would be if you haven't found me last month."
"I think it was you who found me. You made it here on your own. You managed to get past a shadow unseen alone. I just wish I was more like you when I was your age and they invaded my home. I probably would have been able to save my family sooner."
"Believe me. I probably would have died if Marcus haven't sent me here. You helped me get back on my feet. And I'm gratefull for that." I smiled.
Maybe that's all I needed. A break from training and a talk. Something to get my mind off of all this responsibility I have. The Mystic and I stayed in his hideaway till dusk. He showed me how to play his violin, and I think it helped me a lot. He told me stories of his encounters with the shadows alone and how he discovered his powers. I told him my stories from my childhood as well. We both seemed happier after our time alone isolated from everyone else. But the one thing that wouldn't leave my mind, was the Prophet. And I need to know why I have such wierd feelings for him.
You need to finish this plz
7/15/18