I finished the last book in my series and started reading the new one. Before I knew it, we were home and I had already finished seventy five pages in my book. I read really fast. Anyways, we walked back inside of our home and I continued reading.
One hundred and fifty pages, two hundred and twenty five. Before I knew it, it was ten o’ clock, time for bed. I got ready, and hopped in bed. I thought the book was incredible, so I kept reading under the covers with my cool wind-up flashlight I got for Christmas. I got to page three hundred, page three hundred and twenty five. I was extremely tired, I decided to check the time. Only ten fifteen? Eh, oh well. I guess I’ll go on to bed.
I lay in bed for a while, relaxed and tired, until finally I was falling into a dream, yet I was still conscious. I was dreaming, except I was aware of it too. I think that this was called a lucid dream. I’d had a few others before; they were all strange. My dream environment was a large meadow, with a few trees in brilliant daylight. I was riding a horse, skipping along the meadow at a trot. There were two other horses riding beside me. One was a guy about my age, and the other was a girl who was slightly older than me. They both wore medieval clothing.
“Greetings, Zachary. We have come to give you a forewarning to the journey you are about to take. The road ahead is dangerous, and you may be our last hope,” said the boy.
“Yes, in France you will encounter many dangerous things that might kill you, or take you prisoner, or worse. When you arrive in France I will show you what you need to do,” the girl added.
The girl glanced up, and the boy shortly after.
“Agh! I am sorry this was such a short conversation, but we must leave. We will talk more later!”
My dream shifted into something else for a short moment. It seemed to be a huge city of some sort. A second or two later, I lost control of my dream and awoke.
“Breakfast is ready!” announced my mom, accompanied by the smell of bacon and eggs.
I got dressed and dashed downstairs.
My brothers were there too. We all thanked my mom and ate. Afterwords, Blake and I decided to finish our books.
I read for about two more hours and then finished the book. At the end of the book, there was a page of strange writing. I stared at it for about a minute, seeing if I could decipher any of it.
“Go… Build.. on.. Str.. Fre…and… G… L..”
I seemed to be able to read some more bits and pieces, but nothing that made any sense. It was in a completely different language; I had no clue how I was able to read it.
I kept reading, seeing if I could figure anything else out. I seemed to be be able to read a word that said GUIDEBOOK in relatively large text.
“Strange…”
My brother Blake was on the computer, reading articles about France. My dad was as well. I decided to go check what they were reading.
“What are you reading about?” I asked.
“Everything! France has amazing food, tourist attractions, incredible hotels.. The list just goes on!”
“I see. I actually learned some french in school once; I really liked it.” I replied.
“Really?! Could you teach me some?”
“Sure, I guess.”
I tutored Blake in french for about two hours. I mean, he seemed about as enthusiastic as a toddler who had just received a whole bag of candy!
Afterwords, we played video games and did the daily norm. We ate dinner and I asked Blake if I could read the first book in his series. He agreed.
It was just as amazing as my book series. It seemed very similar in ways, in plot and in character personality.
I read for a while, until the clock said 10:00. Time for bed. I was extremely happy, although stressed a bit at the same time.
I was NEVER going to get to sleep tonight. France was exciting me, the strange text in the book I somehow read bits and pieces of and the several strange experiences with time, all in just two days!
I got ready for bed. I walked into my room and pulled the covers over myself. I lay there for a few minutes. Or was it hours? It seemed like I could never tell anymore.
After some more time of lying in bed, I felt as if an additional blanket was coming over me, this one made of sleep. I slowly fell into another lucid dream.
This time I was running in a city, away from invaders.
The boy and the girl were back, running by my side.
“As soon as you arrive in your hotel in France, open your book that said GUIDEBOOK in it. It will give you instructions,” said the girl.
“Why do you need my help? Who are you?”
“We are a group of people called the Atemporal Hunters. All of us have a limited ability to control time, and those who can control it completely… They are extremely rare, happening in about one in five billion births on this planet.”
I stared at them, wide-eyed.
“You, my friend, are one of those one-in five billion births.”
“Are you.. Can you be serious?”
“Quite. You would help us win this war in the blink of an eye, if you can learn to master your abilities. Your book will give you additional instructions once you arrive in France. We must depart.”
“Wait! I have so much to ask you about..”
My dream faded. I woke up, scared half to death.
