Believe
Prologue
My name is Ezekiel. I have a story to tell all of you inhabitants of Earth, for you might be next to witness what my world has witnessed. Total destruction. I live in the world of Kamakase, in the the counry of Salonia. Slowly, the light from another world is consuming our world, which is shrouded in darkness, forever, or so we thought. The world powers are doing nothing to stop this. I am the leader of a group of rebels called the Dark Revolt. Our mission: Keep the light from invading. Our purpose: To save Kamakase and other worlds.
The Dream
In my dream, I am walking along my hometown’s beach by the sea of Talmone. In the distance, I see a man shrouded in a white cloak with grey trim. Looking at him hurts my eyes, which are adjusted to mostly darkness. I call to him: “Hello there! Who are you, stranger?” He turns around, and sees me. I instantly regret calling out to him, for when he sees me, he rushes at me with a giant steel axe. The blade was made of steel, and the shaft was of some white wood. I don’t know why he rushed at me with such anger, but I quickly unsheathed my sword from its scabbard. I called it Redemption, and it had served me through many fights. I did a full blade contact with the shaft, trying to break it in half. Somehow, at the force of the attack, my sword blade split right in half. The man in white looked at me with a maniacal gleam in his eye, and brought his axe down on my head.
“No!” I screamed. I woke up the instant the dream was over. “Hey, you alright, Zeke?” asked my best friend, Derek. “Yeah, I’m fine.” I said. “Just had a bad dream.” “Well,” said Derek “If it would help you cope, the speeder is up and running.” “Great.” I said. “Tell the Revolters that we go to Galia today.”
