Chapter 1
Abel lay in the soft white carpet, his arms and legs spread all over. Edward enjoyed seeing his son sleeping: peace and innocence emanating from his mind now drifting into unbreakable sleep. He picked his son carefully from the floor and climbed the stairs slowly, being careful not to let any movement stir Abel out of his dream world. Not even the slightest sound seemed to do so. He entered Abel’s room and laid him softly in his bed, tucking him in. Abel stirred a little and uttered: “Daddy, I love you.” A smile broadened in Edward’s face as he himself wanted Abel’s rest and relief. But it seemed to him that would be stealing. There was no way he was going to mend his errors from the past, nor return to childhood. “Make the best out of these years my son, may God show you the way.”
Edward entered his room and beheld his wife already in bed, deep in reading one of her favorite books. He entered the bathroom and turned on the shaver machine as he asked his wife about her day. “Quiet, the everyday routine. Robert told me the seminar is next week, so I must prepare the material I will give.”
“Does Robert know that the CEO of the company will attend as well?” inquired Edward.
“What!? How come you knew about this and I did not? It is essential that I…”
Edward paused his shaving, peeked out of the bathroom and tried to normalize his now raging wife: “Honey, it’ll be alright, trust in God, pray, seek Him, don’t do this by yourself.” Edward resumed his shaving with a big deception when he saw his wife clearly not paying him any attention, but to the now flying papers she would need for the seminar.
After several hours of conjugal battling, Edward and his wife went to bed. None able to sleep.
Edward’s mind drifted to an unpleasant doze. He found himself surrounded by soldiers clad with ancient armors and sheathed swords. Some were asleep, some were vigilant and refused to sleep. Perhaps they were waiting for their enemy to come. They had been informed of a certain Vincent Adramelech coming to Balcchaist, but there was no knowing how he might look like.
The ever ominous moon grew red as the city of Balcchaist was covered by the darkness of the night, as if covered by a great dark cloak. There was a tense environment and soldiers readied themselves for war. Edward wondered why they would set themselves into their battle positions if there was no enemy at sight. No soul was to be seen all around the Northern perimeter of the city.
Steps.
Strange enough. Rain poured down hard. Wolves filled the eerie background with their infernal voices in unison inviting the weak of heart and spirit.
“Beware of the nights in Balcchaist my dear boy,” advised an old man to Edward “Storms are bad omens…do not let them tuck you in.”
Steps growing ever stronger.
Boy? Why would he call me a boy? thought Edward as he turned with a start when he heard a noise. The noise faded and he turned again to find that the old man was gone and with him a fading sarcastic laughter.
A watchman caught a glimpse of a figure approaching the main gate. It seemed that the path he had trailed was a long straight line of dark fire.
Steps cease.
“In the name of King Emmanuel, I bid you give your name and mission here.”
The stranger clad in a long black robe covering his entire face and body slowly looked up. A dim hint of his face was seen. It was not enough however, for the distant guard to perceive and judge.
As the stranger opened his mouth to utter words, it seemed to the guard that a heat was growing ever stronger in his face.
“I am Vincent.”
“What is thy mission in this place?”
“I am here to see your king.”
“What business might you have with him at this hour of the night?”
“Mind your tongue young watchman! Have you any idea who am I!?”
“That will be enough soldier,” said Belial, who seemed to Edward as some kind of a superior officer.
Belial stepped forward and leaned in the broad stone wall and peered at Vincent with a strange grin. Then he returned to his chamber as he waved dismissingly as to convey the message that there was no need to worry about Vincent, that it was alright for him to enter the city.
As a soldier was about to order for the doors to be opened, the doors opened by themselves slowly and creaking greatly. The soldiers were astounded but knew better than to act against Belial’s word. But how could the one and only King of the world, the Almighty Emmanuel, allow such mystery to transpire in His saints’ forth on Earth?
Edward had forgotten that he was in another world, he was dreaming, or so he thought.
“Ready men!”
Why would they set themselves into position again? There was no enemy army nearby or far. And who was this Vincent coming into the city? What city was this? Who was Belial? What in the world was going on!? But there was one question that intrigued him further: King Emmanuel. Who was He? Whenever he heard His name a sudden terror came to him but at the same time an impulse to glorify someone he had never seen. Was God showing him something through this “dream”?
Edward sneaked out from the ranks and into the inner quarters. His armor served him as a disguise.
“Welcome to Balcchaist, my dear Vincent.”
“I am at thy service, my lord.”
Edward watched as Vincent bowed to Belial and Belial’s eyes turned from blue to red as he discovered Edward sneaking in.
“What are you doing here?”
“I was sent by the general, sir. They need you at the main palace.”
This is it. At least I will die in a dream, not in reality.
True enough, there was a commotion at the main gate and Edward heard several soldiers saying that Belial had been summoned at the presence of King Emmanuel.
“Show him to his quarters…he shall not be disturbed at any time by anyone, understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And you…you will not speak of what you have seen here today, or I shall have your corpse fed to the crows, understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
Edward saw Belial leave his chamber and took Vincent to his room. For him it was as if he was escorting the devil himself. Ghastly thoughts ran through his mind as he walked Vincent to his room and breathing was a hard task. His eyes burned and sweat ran through his face as he dripped.
“Remember…I shall not be disturbed…or I shall have not your corpse, but your soul fed to the crows.”
With that, Vincent slammed the door on Edward’s face without ever touching it with his hand.
Edward fled from the inner quarters. He cared not what was transpiring in the inner palace. He wanted out of this dream. How could this be a dream? It was too long, too real, too frightening. He felt everything: heat, cold, anxiety, fear, etc. How could one feel these things in a dream?
As Edward made his way out of the inner quarters, he heard a great commotion outside. A great war was being waged. Before he took any action or had even time to unsheathe his sword he turned to see a sword about to pierce him and awoke with a start.
Anxiety. Fear. All emotions mingled into one. As he awoke he felt as if he was plunged into a dark eternal abyss.
Edward got up from bed, full of adrenaline created by his own mind. He made his way down the stairs and into his living room. He knelt and prayed: “what are you trying to show me Lord? Is this from you?”
Chapter 2
Paul closed his eyes and as he opened them again he found himself standing in a great battlefield where a great war was being waged. He was alone, but at the same time not alone. He found himself completely equipped with a great armor, a helmet, a big shield, swift boots and a gigantic double-edged sword.
An ugly looking creature clad in a black armor came charging against Paul. He unsheathed his great double-edged sword and pierced the monster, emitting a bright white light from the place of the wound. What in the world?
More monsters came charging against Paul. He looked around quickly and saw many others like him prevailing and falling.
Paul suddenly cried out with a great voice: “lay still!”
The horde of monsters stood their ground, seemingly frozen.
Paul raised his sword as the dark skies opened up just enough to lit him with light and bestow his sword with a powerful charge from a lightning. He did not seem to be stricken dead. In fact, he seemed taller and more majestic, but at the same time more determined to put an end to this threat.
“Who dares stand against the sword of the Lord?”
As Paul said this, the monsters seemed to come out of what froze them in their place and resumed their charge against Paul, now radiating with a light emanating from his sword.
The monsters neared Paul, and he readied himself for battle, breathing deeply.
The banging in Paul’s door awoke him with a start. He answered the door and a letter was given to him:
My dear father,
I have great news for you; it seems that I will be able to accompany you after all in your journey. Right now I am writing to you hastily, but I shall regale you with all that has happened. Forgive my briefness but time allows me to stay not. Wait for me in four days approximately.
With the deepest love of God,
Your son,
Timothy
Chapter 3
The next day, after telling his wife about the dream, Edward called his friend Paul. To his amazement, Paul had had a similar dream, although he was battling outside of the city of Balcchaist in the worst of the battle.
“Did you go inside the inner palace?”
“No, Paul, I was scared, it was a dream…or I think it was a dream. I was scared to death and I ran for my life…ironic isn’t it? It was a dream and I feared for my life.”
“Well so did I.”
“Yes but you summoned a lightning Paul! Come on!”
“We were both in the middle of a battle…Edward, I do not think this was a coincidence, I believe this was something beyond a dream…and yesterday was not it, or so I think.”
“What do you mean?”
“If God is trying to show us something through this, it will happen again until it leads us somewhere.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“Edward.”
“Yeah, Paul.”
“Do not run next time, wage the battle…I have a possible answer to this, but I believe it is better for each one of us to find it out. You know we battle every day not against flesh and bone, but against the forces of the devil. Draw your own conclusions about what I just told you and I’ll see you later.”
“All right pal, take care, and God bless you.”
“Thanks, you too, bye.”
--
Tom prepared his schedule for the day:
3:30pm-4:30pm Church
5:00-Until I can take it! – Party!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Tom! So good to see you here.”
“Uh-huh, me too.”
“Everything alright pal?”
“Yeah, sure.”
Edward saw Tom take a seat in church with his friends, pull out his cell phone and start pressing buttons as fast as he had ever seen anyone do it. He noticed he had not brought a Bible with him.
“I guess technology is not my thing, but…”
Edward’s thoughts were interrupted by a big hairy hand in his shoulder.
“Edward! So good to see you here,” said Paul with utmost honesty and love.
“Likewise old friend.”
Paul left and sat while worship started. Once it ended, Paul stepped up and began: “Grace and peace to you from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ. Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in the heavenly realms with every spiritual blessing in Christ. For he chose us in him before the creation of the world to be holy and blameless in his sight. In love he predestined us to be adopted as his sons through Jesus Christ, in accordance with his pleasure and will— to the praise of his glorious grace, which he has freely given us in the One he loves” (Ephesians 1: 2-6).
The service had not even started when Tom started nodding and finally fell asleep during service. Time slowed down as his cell phone fell from his hands and into the ground. Many of Tom’s friends-if not all-were also plunging into the lullaby of boredom.
The strong hiss of an arrow piercing his robe awoke Tom with a start, but where was he? Where was everyone? This wasn’t church, where was this? He looked around and saw his friends, startled by a great commotion outside of the cave they were sleeping in.
One of Tom’s friends went outside to see what was going on. Everyone saw him flying from the entrance of the cave to the wall, a large, thick, and black arrow piercing his chest. Harry started trying to pull the arrow out of his chest, but he had no strength to do so. It was as if now the arrow was part of him. A tall, strong and loathsome dark warrior came inside the tent, blood dripping from his jaw. He opened his mouth as maggots and blood spilled out of it and he hollered a cry of war, as if enjoying his prey.
Harry’s friend’s were motionless. Even Tom was frozen in place.
“Where are your swords you filthy unworthy Holliards? Where are your armors? Your shields, your helmets, your boots?” suddenly inquired the monster.
“You claim to have the light in you, yet you are not prepared to face the ruler of your world! Belial the great, he is our master and will be yours soon!”
As the monster lifted his large black sword to behead Harry, something stopped him; he could not move his arm.
“Dare thee touch my chosen ones, my sons!?”
Behind the monster, a mighty white rider approached the tent, no one’s eyes could remain fully opened at the incredible brightness of this newcomer.
“It is their fault, oh Almighty Emmanuel, they are not prepared, and they do not even have their armors, nor their shields or swords.”
“It has been given to you to make war with the saints, and take the life of some, but knowledge and utterance has been given to thee to discern who you have been given to overpower and who not to. For they have been sealed by my Spirit, and thy shall not lift a hand to kill them! For you shall certainly fail to!”
As everyone heard these words, the monster grimaced, the white rider motioned with his hand and the monster flew out of the cave many feet away, pierced by a spear and died.
The white rider disappeared.
As they came out of their trance, Harry’s friends mustered courage to help him out of the arrow, but still they could not do anything.
Another being came into the cave, but this time Tom recognized him. It was his father, who was also missing his entire armor. Tom smiled and cried but jerked back as he saw the head of an arrow clearly visible in his father’s chest.
The congregation looked back with great surprise and concern at the source of the sudden screams. The entire church’s eyes were riveted upon a small group of teenagers who in the middle of the service had cried out: “No!!!!!!!!”
The group of teenagers fled from the main temple to the outside, and breathed fresh air as they were back to reality.
“What the heck was all that!?”
Harry did not even look at his friends, but at his chest, where in his dream he had been pierced by an arrow. There was no sign of it now, not even a hint. The teenagers were sweating in great amounts and they gasped for air.
“I don’t know! Oh my God! That was so embarrassing!”
“Dude that was so sick! That was down!”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” said Tom in a very thoughtful way.
“Dude are you alright? It was just a dream I mean…”
“No it wasn’t just a dream, first of all we were at church sleeping, secondly we screamed during service, thirdly we ran out while everyone was looking at us…”
“I know foo, that was…my dad is gonna kill me.”
“Or something else will…”
Come back to me…
Abel lay in the soft white carpet, his arms and legs spread all over. Edward enjoyed seeing his son sleeping: peace and innocence emanating from his mind now drifting into unbreakable sleep. He picked his son carefully from the floor and climbed the stairs slowly, being careful not to let any movement stir Abel out of his dream world. Not even the slightest sound seemed to do so. He entered Abel’s room and laid him softly in his bed, tucking him in. Abel stirred a little and uttered: “Daddy, I love you.” A smile broadened in Edward’s face as he himself wanted Abel’s rest and relief. But it seemed to him that would be stealing. There was no way he was going to mend his errors from the past, nor return to childhood. “Make the best out of these years my son, may God show you the way.”
Edward entered his room and beheld his wife already in bed, deep in reading one of her favorite books. He entered the bathroom and turned on the shaver machine as he asked his wife about her day. “Quiet, the everyday routine. Robert told me the seminar is next week, so I must prepare the material I will give.”
“Does Robert know that the CEO of the company will attend as well?” inquired Edward.
“What!? How come you knew about this and I did not? It is essential that I…”
Edward paused his shaving, peeked out of the bathroom and tried to normalize his now raging wife: “Honey, it’ll be alright, trust in God, pray, seek Him, don’t do this by yourself.” Edward resumed his shaving with a big deception when he saw his wife clearly not paying him any attention, but to the now flying papers she would need for the seminar.
After several hours of conjugal battling, Edward and his wife went to bed. None able to sleep.
Edward’s mind drifted to an unpleasant doze. He found himself surrounded by soldiers clad with ancient armors and sheathed swords. Some were asleep, some were vigilant and refused to sleep. Perhaps they were waiting for their enemy to come. They had been informed of a certain Vincent Adramelech coming to Balcchaist, but there was no knowing how he might look like.
The ever ominous moon grew red as the city of Balcchaist was covered by the darkness of the night, as if covered by a great dark cloak. There was a tense environment and soldiers readied themselves for war. Edward wondered why they would set themselves into their battle positions if there was no enemy at sight. No soul was to be seen all around the Northern perimeter of the city.
Steps.
Strange enough. Rain poured down hard. Wolves filled the eerie background with their infernal voices in unison inviting the weak of heart and spirit.
“Beware of the nights in Balcchaist my dear boy,” advised an old man to Edward “Storms are bad omens…do not let them tuck you in.”
Steps growing ever stronger.
Boy? Why would he call me a boy? thought Edward as he turned with a start when he heard a noise. The noise faded and he turned again to find that the old man was gone and with him a fading sarcastic laughter.
A watchman caught a glimpse of a figure approaching the main gate. It seemed that the path he had trailed was a long straight line of dark fire.
Steps cease.
“In the name of King Emmanuel, I bid you give your name and mission here.”
The stranger clad in a long black robe covering his entire face and body slowly looked up. A dim hint of his face was seen. It was not enough however, for the distant guard to perceive and judge.
As the stranger opened his mouth to utter words, it seemed to the guard that a heat was growing ever stronger in his face.
“I am Vincent.”
“What is thy mission in this place?”
“I am here to see your king.”
“What business might you have with him at this hour of the night?”
“Mind your tongue young watchman! Have you any idea who am I!?”
“That will be enough soldier,” said Belial, who seemed to Edward as some kind of a superior officer.
Belial stepped forward and leaned in the broad stone wall and peered at Vincent with a strange grin. Then he returned to his chamber as he waved dismissingly as to convey the message that there was no need to worry about Vincent, that it was alright for him to enter the city.
As a soldier was about to order for the doors to be opened, the doors opened by themselves slowly and creaking greatly. The soldiers were astounded but knew better than to act against Belial’s word. But how could the one and only King of the world, the Almighty Emmanuel, allow such mystery to transpire in His saints’ forth on Earth?
Edward had forgotten that he was in another world, he was dreaming, or so he thought.
“Ready men!”
Why would they set themselves into position again? There was no enemy army nearby or far. And who was this Vincent coming into the city? What city was this? Who was Belial? What in the world was going on!? But there was one question that intrigued him further: King Emmanuel. Who was He? Whenever he heard His name a sudden terror came to him but at the same time an impulse to glorify someone he had never seen. Was God showing him something through this “dream”?
Edward sneaked out from the ranks and into the inner quarters. His armor served him as a disguise.
“Welcome to Balcchaist, my dear Vincent.”
“I am at thy service, my lord.”
Edward watched as Vincent bowed to Belial and Belial’s eyes turned from blue to red as he discovered Edward sneaking in.
“What are you doing here?”
“I was sent by the general, sir. They need you at the main palace.”
This is it. At least I will die in a dream, not in reality.
True enough, there was a commotion at the main gate and Edward heard several soldiers saying that Belial had been summoned at the presence of King Emmanuel.
“Show him to his quarters…he shall not be disturbed at any time by anyone, understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And you…you will not speak of what you have seen here today, or I shall have your corpse fed to the crows, understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
Edward saw Belial leave his chamber and took Vincent to his room. For him it was as if he was escorting the devil himself. Ghastly thoughts ran through his mind as he walked Vincent to his room and breathing was a hard task. His eyes burned and sweat ran through his face as he dripped.
“Remember…I shall not be disturbed…or I shall have not your corpse, but your soul fed to the crows.”
With that, Vincent slammed the door on Edward’s face without ever touching it with his hand.
Edward fled from the inner quarters. He cared not what was transpiring in the inner palace. He wanted out of this dream. How could this be a dream? It was too long, too real, too frightening. He felt everything: heat, cold, anxiety, fear, etc. How could one feel these things in a dream?
As Edward made his way out of the inner quarters, he heard a great commotion outside. A great war was being waged. Before he took any action or had even time to unsheathe his sword he turned to see a sword about to pierce him and awoke with a start.
Anxiety. Fear. All emotions mingled into one. As he awoke he felt as if he was plunged into a dark eternal abyss.
Edward got up from bed, full of adrenaline created by his own mind. He made his way down the stairs and into his living room. He knelt and prayed: “what are you trying to show me Lord? Is this from you?”
Chapter 2
Paul closed his eyes and as he opened them again he found himself standing in a great battlefield where a great war was being waged. He was alone, but at the same time not alone. He found himself completely equipped with a great armor, a helmet, a big shield, swift boots and a gigantic double-edged sword.
An ugly looking creature clad in a black armor came charging against Paul. He unsheathed his great double-edged sword and pierced the monster, emitting a bright white light from the place of the wound. What in the world?
More monsters came charging against Paul. He looked around quickly and saw many others like him prevailing and falling.
Paul suddenly cried out with a great voice: “lay still!”
The horde of monsters stood their ground, seemingly frozen.
Paul raised his sword as the dark skies opened up just enough to lit him with light and bestow his sword with a powerful charge from a lightning. He did not seem to be stricken dead. In fact, he seemed taller and more majestic, but at the same time more determined to put an end to this threat.
“Who dares stand against the sword of the Lord?”
As Paul said this, the monsters seemed to come out of what froze them in their place and resumed their charge against Paul, now radiating with a light emanating from his sword.
The monsters neared Paul, and he readied himself for battle, breathing deeply.
The banging in Paul’s door awoke him with a start. He answered the door and a letter was given to him:
My dear father,
I have great news for you; it seems that I will be able to accompany you after all in your journey. Right now I am writing to you hastily, but I shall regale you with all that has happened. Forgive my briefness but time allows me to stay not. Wait for me in four days approximately.
With the deepest love of God,
Your son,
Timothy
Chapter 3
The next day, after telling his wife about the dream, Edward called his friend Paul. To his amazement, Paul had had a similar dream, although he was battling outside of the city of Balcchaist in the worst of the battle.
“Did you go inside the inner palace?”
“No, Paul, I was scared, it was a dream…or I think it was a dream. I was scared to death and I ran for my life…ironic isn’t it? It was a dream and I feared for my life.”
“Well so did I.”
“Yes but you summoned a lightning Paul! Come on!”
“We were both in the middle of a battle…Edward, I do not think this was a coincidence, I believe this was something beyond a dream…and yesterday was not it, or so I think.”
“What do you mean?”
“If God is trying to show us something through this, it will happen again until it leads us somewhere.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“Edward.”
“Yeah, Paul.”
“Do not run next time, wage the battle…I have a possible answer to this, but I believe it is better for each one of us to find it out. You know we battle every day not against flesh and bone, but against the forces of the devil. Draw your own conclusions about what I just told you and I’ll see you later.”
“All right pal, take care, and God bless you.”
“Thanks, you too, bye.”
--
Tom prepared his schedule for the day:
3:30pm-4:30pm Church
5:00-Until I can take it! – Party!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Tom! So good to see you here.”
“Uh-huh, me too.”
“Everything alright pal?”
“Yeah, sure.”
Edward saw Tom take a seat in church with his friends, pull out his cell phone and start pressing buttons as fast as he had ever seen anyone do it. He noticed he had not brought a Bible with him.
“I guess technology is not my thing, but…”
Edward’s thoughts were interrupted by a big hairy hand in his shoulder.
“Edward! So good to see you here,” said Paul with utmost honesty and love.
“Likewise old friend.”
Paul left and sat while worship started. Once it ended, Paul stepped up and began: “Grace and peace to you from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ. Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in the heavenly realms with every spiritual blessing in Christ. For he chose us in him before the creation of the world to be holy and blameless in his sight. In love he predestined us to be adopted as his sons through Jesus Christ, in accordance with his pleasure and will— to the praise of his glorious grace, which he has freely given us in the One he loves” (Ephesians 1: 2-6).
The service had not even started when Tom started nodding and finally fell asleep during service. Time slowed down as his cell phone fell from his hands and into the ground. Many of Tom’s friends-if not all-were also plunging into the lullaby of boredom.
The strong hiss of an arrow piercing his robe awoke Tom with a start, but where was he? Where was everyone? This wasn’t church, where was this? He looked around and saw his friends, startled by a great commotion outside of the cave they were sleeping in.
One of Tom’s friends went outside to see what was going on. Everyone saw him flying from the entrance of the cave to the wall, a large, thick, and black arrow piercing his chest. Harry started trying to pull the arrow out of his chest, but he had no strength to do so. It was as if now the arrow was part of him. A tall, strong and loathsome dark warrior came inside the tent, blood dripping from his jaw. He opened his mouth as maggots and blood spilled out of it and he hollered a cry of war, as if enjoying his prey.
Harry’s friend’s were motionless. Even Tom was frozen in place.
“Where are your swords you filthy unworthy Holliards? Where are your armors? Your shields, your helmets, your boots?” suddenly inquired the monster.
“You claim to have the light in you, yet you are not prepared to face the ruler of your world! Belial the great, he is our master and will be yours soon!”
As the monster lifted his large black sword to behead Harry, something stopped him; he could not move his arm.
“Dare thee touch my chosen ones, my sons!?”
Behind the monster, a mighty white rider approached the tent, no one’s eyes could remain fully opened at the incredible brightness of this newcomer.
“It is their fault, oh Almighty Emmanuel, they are not prepared, and they do not even have their armors, nor their shields or swords.”
“It has been given to you to make war with the saints, and take the life of some, but knowledge and utterance has been given to thee to discern who you have been given to overpower and who not to. For they have been sealed by my Spirit, and thy shall not lift a hand to kill them! For you shall certainly fail to!”
As everyone heard these words, the monster grimaced, the white rider motioned with his hand and the monster flew out of the cave many feet away, pierced by a spear and died.
The white rider disappeared.
As they came out of their trance, Harry’s friends mustered courage to help him out of the arrow, but still they could not do anything.
Another being came into the cave, but this time Tom recognized him. It was his father, who was also missing his entire armor. Tom smiled and cried but jerked back as he saw the head of an arrow clearly visible in his father’s chest.
The congregation looked back with great surprise and concern at the source of the sudden screams. The entire church’s eyes were riveted upon a small group of teenagers who in the middle of the service had cried out: “No!!!!!!!!”
The group of teenagers fled from the main temple to the outside, and breathed fresh air as they were back to reality.
“What the heck was all that!?”
Harry did not even look at his friends, but at his chest, where in his dream he had been pierced by an arrow. There was no sign of it now, not even a hint. The teenagers were sweating in great amounts and they gasped for air.
“I don’t know! Oh my God! That was so embarrassing!”
“Dude that was so sick! That was down!”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” said Tom in a very thoughtful way.
“Dude are you alright? It was just a dream I mean…”
“No it wasn’t just a dream, first of all we were at church sleeping, secondly we screamed during service, thirdly we ran out while everyone was looking at us…”
“I know foo, that was…my dad is gonna kill me.”
“Or something else will…”
Come back to me…
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