"Hate breeds more hate. Someone has to be the fool who chooses differently. If that fool will be me, so be it." I say it firmly with pure confidence, even though I was scared. Scared of death. My knees tremble, fists clenches and jaw tightens.
Blood trickle down my chin, warm like honey and red like cherry. I stumble on my feet. My eyelids grow heavy, like I haven't slept for nights. The world feels like a mirage.
The demon king smirks at my decision and says, "Humans are such idiotic creatures. You think those insects are worth saving? What did they even do for you? What did they do to deserve to live?"
"They believed in me. And I want to be a hero to them till the end.",
The demon king's smirk falters, followed by self-doubt and thoughtfulness. At last, he said in a low voice, "Raymond....I will be sure to remember that name. In my next life, I don't wanna be your enemy, but your friend who can fight alongside you."
With that, the demon king inserted the sword in his chest and let out a death scream.
The warmth of the blood cooled down into sweat and the demon king's scream dissolved into my pounding chest.
I fumble upright on my bed, breathing heavily and sweating.
What was that? Was it a nightmare? Why can't I remember what I saw. Was it Astral travel? What was the meaning of that? Why can't I remember it?? Not this before the day of the entrance exam! Ugh!!!
I get up from the bed and pace around the room. Not again. These weird dreams...why do they keep coming?
This all started a month ago. I was going to my aunt's house with my parents. That day, an accident happened. My father left us. Mamma said he's in the sky, watching us. But it's clear he died. And I don't miss him that much. We weren't that close, after all.
After that incident, I had constant headaches and weird dreams. The dreams of a girl engrossed in a video game. She wore weird, tight clothes and was completely unlady-like. She used to curse at every little thing and didn't take care of herself. Yet I liked to see her in my dreams. She played the game countless times. She loved it. Then one day while returning from college, Crash...!
The screeching noise of tires, the shattering pain, the death scream she let out. It stings. I don't know why. Who is she to me? At the end, I can't help but wonder who she is..and who am I?
I look out the window, the moonlight shimmering on my eyelashes, my red eyes shining like rubies.
Back then, during the accident, a strange boy called the ambulance. I was bleeding and passed out, so I couldn't see him properly. But I remember him. He had golden hair that was shimmering in the sunlight, blue eyes like the ocean and a bright smile. "So cute" was my first thought. But there's one thing that feels weird. I knew his name. He didn't tell me. I just...knew. After getting discharged from the hospital, I thought really really hard and finally realized something. He's that character that girl, what was her name again? ...Lily..... played as in that game. I still don't understand what's the connection between lily and me. But I know everything about her. And that golden haired boy was the character she played as. Does that mean this is the world of that game? But then..who am I? Ugh...it's getting more and more complicated. I have to think more.
I pace around the dark room. Thinking harder and harder. Recalling every little detail I saw in my dream. Suddenly something clicks in my mind.
"The building falls over the duchess and she takes her last breath" I recall.
That was in the game's ending chapter, when the state of the kingdom was being explained. That was just one line. But...the duchess is.....
A shiver run down my spine. My legs give out and I sit on the bed, horrified.
Does that mean...mamma will die? The only person I love will die as just a background character? Just like that? And I..I will just watch?
Tears roll down my cheeks.
No..this is not the time to be sad. I have to save mamma. For that, I need to get stronger. Stronger than anyone. Stronger than that cute boy. Stronger than the final boss, the demon king Diablo.
Because this time....the story will change.