Chapter 0:
My other World
And then I opened my eyes again.
After the last thrust of a rusty iron sword in my hand dashed through the air, three grotesque, gremlin-looking thieves fell to the ground. They were all dead in a pool of their own blood, the peasant mother and young child they were threatening looking onward with a sense of liberated freedom. As they got up from hiding behind their splintered and smashed market stall, a group of guards in protective metal armor smiled and waved at me, envious of my accomplishments lying motionless on the dirt pathway. Behind me, other peasants and low-class workers in the village cheered, being able to witness the whole event happen in real time.
“Jay! Jay! Jay the upcoming Hero!” They called out to me. They were celebrating the deaths of three low-lives, the worthless nothing’s of their village, for their attempts to rob an innocent woman and her children.
“Thank you so much…” The mother came up to me, carrying the child she had in her arms. “I thought I might lose my life to those petty thieves, or worse… my son might lose his life. There isn’t a thing I could do to express the gratitude I have in my heart.”
“It’s alright, ma’am… I just wanted to do what I could.”
“I saw him, miss! As soon as he heard the cry for help, he bolted through the town! I’d never seen someone run so fast!”
“I’m sure it wasn’t that fast-”
“He was like a bolt of lightning in the night sky!”
“He was like the wind of a deadly tornado!”
“Well, no one would worry if they knew the upcoming licensed Hero of Acacia was coming to rescue them!”
“And once again, thank you for helping out this small village while you don’t even have a license yet, you’ve been so great to us Young Hero.”
“Yes… I am.”
“Well, thanks for wishing me luck.” I tried to stay humble, knowing that a lot of people in the town had high expectations for me. This wasn’t the first time the villagers had expressed their gratitude for protecting their villagers, and knowing the crowd was still around watching me cool down after my fight with the three thieves, it wouldn’t be the last.
“Yeah!” Another voice called out in the crowd, this one being Maria the Tailor. “When you fought with the village guard on the full moon, you helped protect everyone in this city! If you hadn’t shown up at our doorstep last month, we’d all be nothing but rubble and ash by this point!”
I hadn’t experienced the world of Somnium for long, but one thing I quickly caught up on was the kind of people that inhabited it. Many were people who’d I’d never seen before, the kind of people that were lost in the crowd in my real life on Earth. But, some of those people on Somnium ended up being what I can only call ‘copies’ of what I’d experienced on Earth. The only differences were their lives, and the lack of memories they possessed on Earth. They were, for the most part, just another resident of the fantasy kingdom that I’d gotten to know. And there she was, my middle school crush and fellow musician: Destiny Gravewater.
“Yeah… thank you.” I responded, trying my best to not say anything about my memories with her.
“Oh… that’s- that’s great.”
“Yeah!” The guard called out, getting the rest of the crowd’s attention. “Let’s give encouraging cheers for Jay, the newest Hero of Acacia!”
But… It also felt good, in more ways than one. The support, the comforting presence… If they were all cheering for me, and supporting me, how bad could it all be? If I wasn’t the same Jay who was a loser, and who never failed in protecting others and my own dreams… How bad could I be?
“Hero?!” I could hear several call out lightly, as the world began to become foggier and foggier. My whole body became numb, and I faded out of consciousness.
. . . . .
My eyes opened once more, and I was back.I shot up with a wave of anxiety over me, before realizing I was in a bed, in the darkness. The blanket was thin but heavy, and the pillow was thin, just the way I liked it. Before, I felt the rough weight of the dirt pathways under my shoulders. Now, I felt the soft cushion of a bed, entirely my own. It had to be my bed.
Getting out of the bed, I shifted around in the darkness for a moment before hitting a light switch, revealing my whole room, just the way I remembered it. On a small desk in the back corner of the room, I had a small space with homework and a pencil in front of a keyboard and mouse. Beside it was a small mound of paper cups and trash that I’d left out from the night before. Next to the desk was a dresser, with several miscellaneous papers and a digital alarm clock, reading 2:42 on it. I looked out my window, covered in a light blue drapery, to see it was still dark outside.
“I woke up really early…” I thought to myself, before remembering the dream I’d had last night. “I didn’t think I’d wake up so early, especially after yesterday. Why am I…” Before I could answer my question, a heavy feeling hit my stomach.
As I opened my bedroom door, the dim light of the hallway shone through. To the left of my door, the case for my Marching Band instrument lay. I stared at it for a few seconds, completely forgetting that I had it out in the first place. Not wanting to think about what happened, I picked up the small flute case, and quietly put it in the back of my closet, where I could stop thinking about it, and all that it was associated with.
“In that world, I was a Hero. But in this world… I’m just a nobody again.”
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