15 Cylus 718
midnight
Abra found himself in the middle of a city. It wasn’t Melrath but it was just as large. There were sounds of explosions going off all around him. The city was being bombarded. He was nonlucid at this point of the dream, falling down back toward the pool of water that was going to take his breath away he felt the strength leave from his body, his vision blurred and ultimately turned black, his body falling helplessly into the eternal entrapment of that water prison.midnight
“I....Can't.” He thought as the water embraced his body, multiple things flashed before him, how he wanted to be able to protect the city he had become so intent on saving and protecting, but as it was it would seem he failed until...he felt something. “An explosion? From where? Are they trying to blow me up now too?”
His eyes struggled to open, the pressure was so intense and then all of a sudden, it had stopped, the water was just like water, there was nothing holding him in place anymore, what ? what had happened? His vision blurred as he looked around to see that the citizens had actually picked up arms from the fallen soldiers around them, and started to fight back against the invading party, they were fighting with Abra, they were fighting to help let him out, and by god he wasn't going to let them die trying.
“RUN! AND GATHER THE OTHERS ARM YOURSELVES THIS CITY WILL NOT FALL THIS DAY” Someone, probably a soldier cried out from above.
Abra would bellow out over the battle field, his battle cry ringing loudly in the ears as far as he could reach them, and then he would look up, and once again see three flying mounts with soldiers riding them. Abra was only a man but the people that were fighting were like Immortals with their level of power. One took on a dragon's form and glowed with power, his body disappearing from all sight only to reappear exactly in front of the enemy front line, with a viscous scream the powerful being started thrashing about and causing thousands of nel of damages.
Looking at his hands briefly Abra would see that most if not all of the skin and multiple chunks of muscle were tearing away, his body was literally starting to fall apart from the amount of strain he was putting it through, but he was so close...he was so close to surviving...he was so close. He just had to endure.
“FIGHT BACK! PROTECT THIS LAND! DO NOT LET THESE INVADERS SEE THE LIGHT OF THE NEXT DAY!”
Abra would scream across the battle field once more, he was trying to rally the civilians turned rebels, he needed their help, he needed them to push the forces back, he needed them to rally under him in order to take back this land, he needed them just as much as they needed him.
“FIGHT”
Collapsing onto his knees for a moment he would look over the battlefield, the dead bodies strewn across the ground, there was still so many people out there, so many invaders, he had no time for rest but... just what else could he do. The invaders didn't realize that some had escaped their onslaught until several of their own got sliced in half by flankers. Several of the attackers got either mortally wounded or killed. The others got away with light bruises and continued attacking the citizens.
Now, of all times, Abra became suddenly lucid. He had a vague memory of what was happening and only knew that he was in danger. He slipped behind cover to catch his breath and waved his hands around, wondering if he was even in his own dreamscape. He was, judging by how he was able to create a barrier around his body when another explosion sent debris flying everywhere. He formulated a plan and blasted off into the air. He was about a hundred yards high when he held out his hands and governed a thousand wooden stakes into existence. He took a calm breath that healed most of his angry feelings. He sat absolutely still while gathering the focus he needed to do what he was about to do.
With a flick of his wrists, the stakes homed in on every last invader, impaling them and making them scream bloody murder until they lost their breath. Abra screamed all the while, feeling the adrenaline pumping through his body. It only took a few minutes for the dreamscape to drop to dead silence. He allowed his body to fall slowly and he landed with a grim look on his face. He knew it was all a dream, but the feelings he had still remained from when he was nonlucid. He felt vengeful, like he wanted to go kill whatever general had ordered this attack.
Nobody would know what he had done or how he had saved them from fighting to the death, but it was all the same to Abra. The more time he spent walking the streets and looking at the aftermath, the more he thought about how none of this was real. What did he care if imaginary people thanked him or not? If he willed it, he could have everyone in this place bowing at his feet if he so wished. Absolute power was boring. It was this power that made Abra sympathize with the immortals. If they wanted they could live forever in peace but he guessed that all the boredom made them want something to do, hence all the death and destruction that Faldrun and Illaren caused with their war.
“I’ll have some pears,” Abra said when walking into a shop.
“A hundred nel for a frult,” the clerk said.
“That’s ludirious, why so much?” Abra produced the coin in his hands and handed it over. It was all fake anyways.
“Supply and demand. In times of crisis the shortage in supply makes prices go up. We get attacked every couple trials, how have you not noticed?”
Abra pondered what he had been told and willed a big basket of pears into existence. “So you’re saying if I take these pears out to sell, I can become a millionaire?”
“How did you? What?” The clerk couldn’t make sense of Abra’s weird powers, “prices go down when you increase supply, it’s the opposite effect! Now get those pears out of here before people see you. I have a bottom line to maintain.”
Abra sighed and left the box of pears on the counter. He took a pear before he left though and munched on it while walking through the rubble that used to be a downtown area of this city. He walked all the way to the buildings where the politicians were quibbling about what should be done. Abra stuck out like a sore thumb but everyone seemed to ignore his presence. Their shouting matches and threats made Abra realize that politics was a dangerous game. Especially when guards came in and started taking orders from a man who had just been voted into power.
“You can’t take me away,” cried one of the newly incarcerated politicians, “I helped make you who you are, I trusted you!”
“Trust no one, that’s what you taught me,” the leader shouted back. Abra walked up and inspected this leader. He wore a necklace with the word “Prime” inscribed upon it. This dream kept getting weirder. The leader continued to speak to the people he hadn’t arrested yet, “By now, the soldiers have probably ran out of ammunition and began running away from the camp, as more invaders continue attacking. A large number of the helpless citizens are going to be slaughtered. What’s our plan for when the inevitable happens? It’s time to use That weapon, no matter what the risks. Make it so.”
"Sir, We will take care of the rest." A group of generals stood up and left the room. Nobody looked happy with how things were proceeding.
“What weapon is this?” Abra asked finally. He stood right next to the leader and finally people noticed that he was there.
“Egad? How did you sneak up on me? Distance yourself from me peasant. We speak of things not for your ears.” Guards came up to take Abra away but he held up a hand and forced them back onto the walls.
“This dream bores me. Tell me about this weapon and I’ll leave you.” Abra yawned. It was starting to get too complicated, but if these people had a weapon he could draw inspiration from…
The leader wasn’t having any of Abra’s attitude though and he ordered the guards to redouble their capture efforts. An arrow whizzed through the air and nearly stabbed into Abra’s stomach. That was his cue to end things now. Abra created a barrier around himself and obliterated all the politicians and guards alike. “You should have just told me.”