He's charming.He didn't have to do anything, and yet he went out of his way for me.I think I can trust him.Can I trust him, Samantha?Can I trust him, Tabatha?You two are the only ones I can think of right now.
Sean sat on a bench. His lungs expanded and detracted inside his chest, looking up at the night sky, the stars too numerous to count. I wonder what Samantha is doing now.I wonder what Tabatha is doing.
He closed his eyes as he felt the cool breeze of the night caress his cheeks. Tomorrow is my first mission. I wonder who they're letting me go with and what it is going to be like. They also said I would have a box on my front door.
"Are you all right, man?" A cheerful-looking man with rosy cheeks and long blonde hair stared into Sean's eyes.
"Yeah, I think so," Sean murmured.
"I'm going to sit with you, bro. Looks like you could use some company," the man stated.
Before Sean could tell the man that he wanted to be left alone, he found himself in the company of the brazen individual.
"Look at the night sky. Isn't it majestic? Oh, by the way, my name is Percy."
"Nice to meet you, Percy," Sean said. I have a busy day tomorrow. Sean glanced over at the outfit with three gold stars connected to each other on the man's collar. The coat was white in color, so were his pants tucked into his long brown boots. He's important. He looked at the eyes of the kind man.
"Judging by the outfit, I can say you had your trial today; am I not, correct?" Percy leaned back putting his arms out around behind the bench.
"Yeah, everything went well, just as I expected." Sean shrugged his arms, trying to sound confident as if he had passed the initial trial to be a Dreamweaver.
"Let me guess anxiety, stress, and you have no idea what the hell is going on. Does that sound about right?" Percy said, laughing out loud.
Sean wanted to burst out laughing, but there was too much on his mind. Samantha went from his presence, and Tabatha was gone from his heart. "I'm still here. It's better than the alternative of being thrown into The Void. Tomorrow is my first mission, and I have no idea what to expect."
"Mission. Oh, so you're a Dreamweaver now. Quite the exciting job to be a Dreamweaver, isn't it? I hear all sorts of stories from those who come and go from the earth realms. They fight and kill those demons who would threaten the existence of the human population. Trying to make everybody depressed and kill themselves, those demons have nothing better to do than to go about their day tormenting humanity. Demons hijack human dreams. I shall call that form of torture dream possession?"
"Dream possession." Sean looked at the man with an intriguing look.
"It was probably in the initial book you got. It breaks down what a Dreamweaver does. What are they teaching everybody in training now?" Percy put his hands up and shook his head. "It's a little bit late to learn about the psychological aspects of the human brain. All I can say is if you apply yourself, you'll understand. I have to turn in myself, I've got a busy day tomorrow."
"Thank you for taking the time to talk with me," Sean said as he put his hand out to shake the man who sat beside him.
Percy smiled and put his fist out. "I'm more of a fist bump type of guy."
Sean changed his hand to a fist to meet Percy halfway.
Sean watched Percy walk away and disappear from his eyesight in a matter of seconds. He turned his eyes to the moon, stood up, and started to walk the quiet streets lined with houses. This was the first time he actually looked at all the houses in depth. Walking up to his home, he saw two items outside his door. On the exterior of his house, he had a huge teddy bear and a doll of sorts. Despite Sean's best efforts, the doll remained mute and did nothing. His eyes traced the long blonde hair and blue eyes of the doll. It wore a pink dress with black leggings. Interesting.
Lifting the teddy bear, Sean observed the package that Alexis mentioned earlier. Hopefully it's not a box full of books with the rules I must follow. He then walked into the room of his house.
Placing the package down, he walked over and made a cup of decaf coffee. Stripping off his clothes, he stood there. It's not fair. Dammit, it's not fair. Why does all this have to happen to me? They took away the one person who had any love for me here. My Guardian Angel is locked up somewhere. I want to go find her. I want to save her. "I want to free her," he yelled at the top of his lungs. Surrendering his face on the ground, he felt the cold cobblestone. Dammit, dammit, Samantha. What did you do? Why did you have to leave me? I need you here. I need your help to guide me. Who do I trust? He took his fist and slammed it into the floor.
I trust Tabatha. I trust Tabatha, and I use her to manifest my mana. His eyes were hurt from so much crying, he wiped them. He heard the kettle on the stove rattle a little bit. Sitting up sobbing, he took his arm and wiped his eyes. He sauntered over and poured a cup of coffee into his favorite mug. Sean sat on the oversized couch which was as soft and as comfy as he remembered.
He opened the box to reveal a small watch of sorts.
Sean picked up the watch, golden in color with blue highlights. He looked at the watch and flipped it around observing the craftsmanship. He looked at it and made sure he wouldn't mess it up. He found a small instruction manual. It said, "Do not open until you meet with the first person who will lead you to your expedition." Expedition. I guess they don't want me to touch it.