Chapter 7:

Chapter 6 - Telltale Dreams

PowerPlay! ~ The odd tale about awesome powers, quirky personalities and why they make for an awful mix.


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A great guy.
Dust is a great guy.
He’s a bit of a trouble maker.
But I know he’s good.Bookmark here

He talks to me.
Unlike the others.Bookmark here

He talks a bit too much, maybe.
But I like his stories.
They make my heart race.Bookmark here


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                                                                                                                                 Swirling.Bookmark here

                    Churning.Bookmark here

                                                                                          
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                                                                              Deep down in my own memories.Bookmark here

                                                      

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                           There was a tree and a fire.
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                                                                                              An orphan and a noble.Bookmark here


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                              Then there was me.
                                                           Nothing but a kid.Bookmark here


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Boy, did we have fun.Bookmark here


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“Master Dust! Huff… wait… Y-you’re going too fast! Puff… I haven’t finished my milk!”
He was a boy my age. He was a noble.
Blue-blooded and all that. But he wasn’t like the rest.

“Come on noble-boy! Drop that glass, we’re almost there!”
There was a bratty girl too. She had no family and no friends.
Because she was different.

“Don’t call me noble-boy! I have a name you know?”
The boy was fat and frail. Milk drinker, to all was his name.
Sheltered he had grown in his mother’s shade.

“I know you do. But I won’t use it unless you use mine.”
The girl was crude and unrefined.
Thorny like the rose born of the wild.
All this life had offered her was vile.

“Sorry, Bell.”
“Eh. Come here, Nero.”

The girl helped the fat boy up the steep slope onto the windy cliff.
A giant tree awaited them there.
It awaited with the promise of tales and worlds unbound.

“Hohoho! The adventurers come back to mine lair, I see!”
And under the tree, eyes shining of the campfire’s blaze, awaited likewise another boy.

“Thou hath made me wait! No one makes a dragon wait! ROAAAAR!”
The children scattered and they played.Bookmark here

“Wohooo! You can’t catch me if I cut your head off with my GIANT AXE!”
Laughing in the fire’s shade.Bookmark here

“AAAGH! Then what say you? Feeble adventurer?”
The children trembled or they would quake.Bookmark here

“I-I’m not an adventurer, though.”
The children cried or they would flail.Bookmark here

“NONSENSE! I see it from your shining armour! You must be a VALIANT KNIGHT!”
The children followed all his trail.Bookmark here

“U-uh… t-then take this! Foul creature! ECLIPSE BLAAAADE!”
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…compared to the simple grace of the teller of a tale.Bookmark here


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“AHAHAH, what was that just now?!” Had said the girl, falling over the fresh grass of the windy cliff, exhausted.
“I-it’s the name of my most powerful blow… I… just invented it.”
The pudgy child had fallen not too far from her.Bookmark here

“That’s lame.” She had said.
“…but I like it.” She had continued. “Hey, Dust! What do you think?”Bookmark here

The third boy, sitting on the cliff’s edge, had begun to throw small rocks at the setting sun across the horizon, with a melancholic smile across his face.
“The world is a lot bigger than the orphanage, you know…”Bookmark here

Sensing the tone in his voice growing sour, the two small children rushed to the third boy’s side.Bookmark here

“…out there, people like the ones from my tales live adventures every day.”Bookmark here

“Wow, really?” Had asked the girl.
“Yeah, you can be one too. You just have to want to be one…”
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“A hero.” I had replied.Bookmark here


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Ten… no, fifteen years from now! In the midsummer night!
If you can become a hero in that time, then let us meet again!Bookmark here


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That’s what I had said.
Standing here, looking at this scene from god knows how many years away…
I felt the weight that a stupid promise between even stupider children could have.Bookmark here


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Swimming in the endless sea of my memories, I had found what had obsessed me secretly all day.
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I had found the creeping guilt behind those names, the shapes and faces I could never really put in place.Bookmark here

I really was dumber than I looked.
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