"Where as one sees as another does; one succeeds where another fails." -Horus Penndraxon



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CHIRP. CHIRP. CHIRP. FLUTTER, CRACK. The resonating sound of birds fresh in midday flew between trees and across the painted blue sky. They sung songs in unison like the world were a fairy tale. Everything was blurry at first. My eyes shifted back and forth between contorted reality as I tried to perceive my surroundings. But why was I feeling like this? Like I had been tossed or hurled off a building. CHIRP. CHIRP. The Birds cast decisive stares upon my being. After some moments of attempted recovery, my vision finally fully cleared, revealing the scenery of a forest filled with effervescent green coloration and healthy oak and birch. These animals didn't seem to particularly mind my presence, but just like any other animal entering their territory they viewed me with awe. Even so, everything was peaceful...until sword had clashed against wood. THUCK. SWISH. My eyes opened wider until a blinding flash of light reflected from the swing of a blade into my vision. With steady, squinting eyes I saw the shimmer of a crimson red blade hacking and slashing. "Hiyaaaaa!!" the warrior roared, dicing away at his victims. As bloody as a situation would seem there followed not a drop of blood. His blade was not wet with blood, but instead that was it's own primed color. Whether it be gifted that form from unique ores or magical incantations was unknown to me, but perhaps it was unknown to the boy as well. As for his targets...they weren't physical in nature. The small league of mobs appeared before him like apparitions and ghastly in nature. Simply put, they were ghosts, but certainly not of human lineage no matter how bipedal they seemed in astral forms as they fought back with axes and sickles. One-by-one the boy cut them down, disarming them then slicing each in half as they vanished into thin air, leaving only incandescent glitter where each fell and met their second fates. One flanked the child, wielding a tightly gripped spear and lunging at the boy's back. It caught him off guard, but where he himself was about to join their unrest in death, he was suddenly saved by his ally. A sidekick of massive proportion lay waste to the final ghoul with an oversized fist, hauling it into a nearby tree from which it scattered into dust on impact. "Hmph. You think that's the last of 'em?" the boy asked his friend. "I dunno, dude. I'm gettin' all sorts of doggy chills in here," he answered quickly while shrinking down to a much smaller size. "C'mon, help me gather this stuff, so we can bring it back to PB." "You mean your girlfriend," he giggled at his friend, clearly teasing him. "Shuddup! You know I already got a girlfriend!" "Yeah, yeah." The sidekick strangely pulled out his stomach, resembling a kangaroo as he stretched it out like pouch and the boy placed the same fallen dust into it. "Ooh. Hot. Hot...!" The sidekick, demonstrating himself to be more of a dog, sniffed into the air and immediately turned towards my direction. Black rimmed eyes gazed straight into mine. "Dude! There's somebody over there!" he gasped. "Huh?!" "Right over there!" he pointed. I remained motionless, unable to retreat from languor even if I tried. "C'mon! He could be hurt!" the boy, having gathered the last of the dust, hurriedly dashed at me, avoiding the tree roots elegantly while sheathing his sword. He didn't know what to say at first, but neither did I. He seemed surprised more than he ever had been with his gaping mouth and wide eyes. What's he thinking? I wondered. He kneeled down, "Hey, are you alright?" the boy asked, expressing concern through the opening of his white hood.