Prologue 3.
In a book I read, there was a scene at the end. Where the final showdown between the Hero and Demon Lord unfolds. It was on a plain. The grass was covered in blood, and corpses from the two armies clash. It described the air had a coppery taste. The only survivors left were in the middle, the Hero and the Demon Lord. Still fighting.
It is precisely as I imagined it. How I got here, I have no idea. Resounding booming noises come from each exchange of blows. I assume I’m dreaming. There is no other explanation. The Finale is coming; they both stop.
“After killing everyone I care about, there is nothing left for me to live for, demon scum! Now I will use my last resort to finally end your wretched life. For the rest of humanity and for my friends!”
Oh yes, he sacrifices his remaining lifespan, blood and his soul. Or so the book said. There he goes starting to glow golden with red streaks red. The baked earth under his feet cracked like his weight increased manifold. I roll my eyes.
“Oh, how naïve you are. Even if you kill me though I doubt it, another shall replace me!”
The demon also glows red with purple streaks. Gathering all his energy in preparation for this final clash. The ground under him also cracked. I roll my eyes again.
“Oh, this is so original. There are a dozen stories and scenes more interesting than this. Why did I have to dream of this one exactly?”
Both turn their head towards me. This is interesting. I didn’t think I could interact with this dream.
“Who are you?” Both intoned at the same time.
“I am your Father.” With my best Dartvader voice, I could muster. It came out exactly as I Imagined, even slightly amplified.
Both looked stunned at my reply, and both frowned, the Hero’s face becoming red and the demon’s already red skin becoming purple.
“ This is not time for jokes, young man! We’re fighting for the survival of humanity and the world!”
The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation.
At the same time
“How dare you insult me! After I’m done with this weakling, I’m going to torture you till you beg for death, then torture all who are close to you in front of you and their close ones as well. Letting them know it’s your fault!”
Not taking them seriously, I think of What’s the possibility of two birds shitting on them simultaneously and getting in their eyes and mouth. Two fast birds with red, blue and purple plumes fly from the nearby treeline and poop above them. The poop lands on their heads and gets in their eyes and mouth exactly as I envisioned. More in the demon’s mouth.
“See, I am your Father. What are the chances of that happening?” Realizing I’ve sat on the bloody grass all this time, I get up. Touching the bloody grass in the process. It’s wet and sticky. My ass is also soaked.
“Disgusting” I wipe my hand on the side of my jeans, also covered in the red mess now.
I look back at the Hero and demon, who are shaking hands, having apparently agreed on something, and they turn to me.
“We have agreed that you are dangerous to let live for both humans and demons. Prepare to die.” The Hero states calmly.
“What, why?” While still in shock, they both rush towards me. In my panic, I Imagine fireballs and lightning flying at my aggressors. But nothing happens. They are only 10 meters away from me now.
Think! I thought of the chances of birds appearing and then the rest! CHANCES!
The Hero and demon swing at me with their swords.
What are the chances of portals appearing, dozen of them? Each spewing lightning?
Dozens of purple portals I imagined spring out of thin air, lighting of all colours coming out in a maelstrom. Blinding me completely. Then excruciating pain assaults my shoulders, and electricity makes my body spasm uncontrollably.
No!
I wake up screaming. The ceiling is scorched, blacked like it’s made of coal.
“What the fuck?!” My bedroom door opens.