Dreamer -- chapter one

Hey everyone who's reading this. I have decided to take a break from Burning Arrows for a bit to write this. I got the inspiration while reading Nyx's blog, so I guess I'm thanking Nyx for this story. I also got some inspiration from Orson Scott Card's story, The Call of Earth. I hope you like it! I promise, this story will get less gruesome, just be patient! Oh and by the way, this story takes place in a different world and time, so there are many different customs. The characters are all humans, though.

Dreamer

Chapter one

The beginning of the end

Flashes of sun glinting off steel punch my eyes so I can not see, but I can hear the clash of metal on metal, the screams of dying people, and above all, the sound of scared people crying for their loved ones. I smell the scent of blood mixed with dirt and can taste the bloody earth as well. The field is more red than brown now, and the surrounding forest is filled with surprised grunts and screams as ambush parties walk into each other. I can't think of anything but how abhorrent battle is and that I am commanding it. Suddenly, a roar comes from above and a large dragon appears above the battle. The dragon is instantly recognizable as being my master's, Haither Guarm. The dragons name is Gotasimal, and has a wingspan of 60 feet and a length of 120 feet. He is a pure golden color that is more blinding than the sun. The battle starts to slow down, but just as its about to stop, something heavy hits my back and I fall down, stunned.

"Wake up, Harit, it's time for breakfast!" an enthusiatic voice shouts right next my head.

Ughh...

"Come on, Harit, it's blueberry pancakes!" my sister says, "And today is a special day!"

I suddenly sit straight upright and hug my sister, Marie, so tightly that she has to pry me off.

"You still sleepy now?" she teases me.

"Of course not, silly!" I say. Then more quietly, "and between you and me, this never happened, right?"

Marie grinned and winked, then spun around and walked to the door to my room. She turned in the doorframe, and said, "Good luck." She closed the door behind her, leaving me to get dressed.

How could I have forgotten today, of all days, when this was the most important day of my life?

I am 18 today, and am at the age where a man can marry. I can't wait for noon-time, when I get to see all those who wish to marry me, and those who I wish to marry. I then will get to pick the one I think is best, and we will get married with in a few months.

I know who I want to marry, though, I think to my self as I get dressed.

What do you think of it?

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