The busy sound of the midnight city faded off, everything that surrounded him sat; motionless, shadowy, and silent. There’s a fine line between fiction and reality but at this time, at this state; it is broken. Sleep, such a beautiful yet strange time. Hours of your life seemingly wasted. Laying there like a wooden plank, time whittles away at itself. So why shut your eyes and waste your life?
Rêve laid there, asleep; He entered his own world, one that only he knew, one that he could only see. There he stood, in the middle of a rocky, dessert road. Taking a quick glance around, there was nothing in sight. He could feel the hot sun’s heat quickly burning the back of his neck.
“Strange…” he walked down the road a few steps.
“You lost son?” A man’s southern voice appeared from behind him.
He turned around to see a man sitting on a large, brown stallion. “Ye- yes sir.” he fixed his dark hair off his forehead.
The man wore a denim, old western-style shirt, tucked into his jeans being held up by a leather belt. He fixed his hat up out of his vision and took a long glare at Rêve, “You ain’t from here, are you?” he asked.
“No… sir” Rêve studded, “I- I actually though this was …a- a…you know? A dream?” he took a step back.
“A dream? You oughta be kiddin’ me boy.” The man pointed to the ground, “This here is life son; no matter how far you run, now matter how hard you wish; it’s still here.” He reached to his side and took a quick chug from the canteen strapped to his belt. “Now I don’t wanna hear you mention anything about a dream again, Understood?”
“Ye- yes sir…”
There was a long pause, “Now get on boy, we’re goin’ to town.” he patted the back of the horse.
“Town?” Rêve asked curiously
“Small place, couple miles up yonder. Ain’t nothin’ real special.” He explained. “Now get on before I leave you.” he laughed.
“Yes sir.” He quickly walked over to the horse and stood back from it a bit.
“Now come on, don’t be shy now son.”
Rêve walked closer.
“That right there is called a stirrup, put yer left foot up there and hold on to the horse.” he pointed.
“Like this?” He followed instruction.
“Perfect, now toss grab on to me, I’ll help you up.”
Rêve grabbed the man’s arm just above his hand and pulled himself up. He rested for a second, “Sir? I don’t believe I got your name.”
“Brad, Brad McGuffey.” He told him, “And what would yer’s be?”
“Rêve Naviri.”
“Alright, enough goofin’ around let’s go. You better hold on tight boy, we’re gonna be goin’ fast and if you fall of I’m leaving you” He chuckled then whipped the horse twice, and kicked until it was at full sprint.
Reve’s heart raced, the warm wind blew through his hair. In the distance he could now see an outline of a small town through the dust. As they got closer and closer he could now see a few things; small shops held up with posts and covered by dirt, patched sheets, a few wooden buildings, and a steel water tower. “Is that town?”
“Yes it is boy… yes it is.”
“This dream is amazing” he whispered.
“HAULT!” Brad screamed, sending the horse to a quick stop. “Get off, town’s right there you can walk the rest of the way. I told you I didn’t wanna hear any of yer dream garbage again.”
“Sorry si-”
“Now!”
“Yes sir.” Rêve climbed off the horse quickly. Right as his feet hit the ground he caught Brad wipe a tear off his cheek.
“Onward boy! Onward!” he commanded his horse taking off again.
The man quickly faded into the distance leaving Rêve behind in the hot dust. Rêve began forward. He walked for thirty minuets and he still wasn’t there. It seemed every time he took a step forward the town scooted backwards.
Two hours passed and he finally stumbled onto the town’s sidewalk; Breathing heavy, his legs felt like spaghetti and his sweat dripped onto the ground. With a high-pitched cry he collapsed, hitting the solid, hot sidewalk. “Can I please wake up?” he screamed with tears running down his face, “Let me wake up! Please!”.
People began gathering around the boy, they all chattered to each other. Suddenly, everything flashed silent and stopped, the pain went away. He stood up and glanced around at everything, it was frozen in time.
“You’re special Rêve.” A gentle old man’s voice came from behind him.
Rêve quickly turned around to see a man. He looked to be one-hundred-years-old with a thick, white beard and wrinkled skin. “What’s going on?”
“I simply froze time, a simple trick for people like us.” he limped over closer to Rêve.
“People like us?”
“We’re special Rêve, we’re different. My name is Marim Magicem” he explained in a very quite, soft voice; “Please come with me, I need to unfreeze time. I’ll explain everything.”
Rêve nodded and agreed to come with the man.
“Now lay down and pretend to be in pain for a second, we don’t need the people to know about this time freeze.”
“Yes sir.” Rêve laid down in the crowd of people and continued to scream.
The man snapped his fingers sending time into movement once more. After crying for a second Rêve got up and explained to the people that he was fine.
After following the man they arrived at an old wooden building, Martim’s Mystery Mall, They both stepped inside. The building was a calm place, each wall was made up of books,
Fantasy
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You have me hooked! I sincerely hope you finish the story. I am very curious to know what’s exactly happening and who this old man is. I honestly don’t even have a guess. Nice work!