The Mission

 I stood atop the craggy cliffs of the ancient land, looking out upon the fields. Strange creatures grazed on them, all living in perfect harmony. But I knew that wouldn’t last. Fog rolled over the hills as I slid down the cliff. I hit the ground, and moved forward, not stopping for a second. I knew my mission. I continued my journey. The bright green grass was abruptly interrupted by a cobbled road. Around me I saw houses, what used to be houses, at least. They were all burnt to a crisp. I scowled, looked at the handle of my sheathed blade, and pulled up my cloak over my mouth and nose to avoid the ash. I attempted to move my foot, but it didn’t, it just didn’t. After what seemed like an eternity, my foot slammed on the cobble road. I pushed forward, moving far slower now. I continued as the suns and moons danced beautifully in the sky. Finally, I was there, an ancient forest at the center of the land. I wandered through the forest in awe. I was surrounded by ancient secrets and ruins, strange creatures, and oh so much to explore. But I knew my mission. I saw a cave surrounded by scorched grass and toppled trees. No matter how hard it was to keep going, I had to, but I couldn't. From out of the cave, a sharp toothed, fire breathing, blood red dragon emerged even though it was bigger than the cave. It was hopeless, I could already see sparks swirling in the dragon's wide open mouth. It was hundreds, no, thousands of times bigger than me. But despite everything, I unsheathed my blade, clenched it as tight as I could, and stared the dragon in the eyes. And then... I woke up.