You almost jump out of your skin at the sound of a large crash, you turn around to see a giant of a man had just hit his head on a beam above him and fallen over.
"Damn, sometimes I wish I wasn't so tall." he groaned.
This is all so sudden for you, that you just stand there and stare, unable to comprehend what's going on.
"You, boy! You're late for your training." Stated the giant man.
"Me? Are you sure you have the right person? And why are you in my house?"
"Boy, have you lost your mind?"
"I-um-uh"
The man grabs you and throws you over his shoulder, and proceeds to carry you downstairs.
The first thing you notice is that everything looks newer, and more, medieval. You must be dreaming, this is completely crazy. After a few minutes the man carries you outside and sits you down.
"You must've hit your 'ed pretty hard, follow my finger with your eyes, lad." says the man
You do what he says in hopes of keeping your own sanity, maybe you just hit your head and he's right.
"Seems all fine to me, perhaps you got better, do you know my name, lad?" The man asked.
"Um... John?" you guess blatantly
"You've known me for years now! I'm Bro-"
"Brody! I was just going to say that"
Brody looks at you suspiciously
"I see, well then, we're burning daylight, back to training." Said Brody.
You begin to wonder what "training" means, until about 20 seconds later, when he starts pulling out weapons.
"Brody, I was hit on the head pretty hard, I don't remember how to do any of this." You lied.
"Maybe I should have gone easier on you during sparring practice... If you were hit that hard, maybe we shouldn't practice today, go home, lad." Brody responded.
"Home? Where do I live?" you ask
"Why, in the guild hall of course! Don't tell me you already forgot, boy!"
"Oh, of course, and where would that be?"
"You know what, I'll just walk you there."
As Brody and you walk to the Guild hall, you notice that the streets are totally different to you, almost like you were looking at a fairytail. when you get to the guild hall you look inside and see some familiar faces, you think you know them somehow but you're not sure how they seem familiar to you... You must have been here before you think.
All of a sudden you're in bed, it must have just been a dream after all, you look at your alarm clock, and it's 5:55 A.M., five minutes before you usually wake up. You decide to get out of bed and get ready for school.
"That was... Strange" you say to yourself.
You wish you could go back to sleep and continue the dream, but you have a test today, and need to go to school. You manage to get everything together efficiently because of how awake you feel, and catch a ride to school on the bus. The day seems to be going well until Lance starts to pick on you, again.
"Hey, (*Name*). Did you get that worksheet done for me today? Or are we gonna have a problem?"
What an asshole, you think to yourself
He does this every day, and every time it seems to get worse, last time you had to tell your mother you tripped to explain the bruising on your face. For the first time in your life you're actually thinking about standing up for yourself, but that would be insane, he's twice your size! Or.... Would it?
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