The World of a Fantasy

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve: Day Three (Evening), The Dream

In the world of fogs and darkness, John found himself standing on the ground made of broken square plates with dust all around him.

"Master, I'm glad that we met again." A voice in the yonder echo.

"Who? Who are you and where am I?" He found himself asking such questions calmly, though a bit too calm about finding himself in such a place.

"Master, it is I, Colossus. Your ever-faithful servant." Colossus' voice came ringing again.

"Colossus..." He muttered in surprise.

It was at this moment that the name Colossus finally rang a bell within him. He remembered Colossus was the fifth family member that he had found for himself during his 'dream.' However, he can vaguely remember that later in the years of gaming, Colossus was nowhere to be seen.

"Yes master, it is me. The ever faithful, Colossus, master has finally remembered me!" Colossus' ringing voice became much fainter now.

Then a huge skeleton frame appeared before him along with a huge broadsword. It was Colossus who was completely black, only showing its shadow through the fog. He was surprised by how huge Colossus had become. To his memory, Colossus was just half the height.

"Master, be careful of the darkness, it is corrupting your mind. Your faithful servant can only support you so far." Colossus' faint voice came and after that, Colossus burst into particles.

He can feel how much faith Colossus has towards him as the previous contractor. He knew and saw for himself how Colossus sacrificed himself at one point in time to destroy his enemies. A huge broadsword in hand and a destructive foe for the enemies, however, Colossus was gone fighting against one of the Abyssal Demons in the Abyssal Realm. It was one encounter that he will never forget and how he defeated the very first Abyssal Demon through the sacrifice of a family member. An Abyssal Demon is completely different from any average boss.

Right after the disappearance of Colossus, another voice echoes, "My lord, your general is here."

"Logan?" He could only briefly ask.

"My lord has not forgotten me, your general is here." Logan's voice echoed again.

*Click-Clock*

*Clip-Clop*

*Click-Clock*

*Clip-Clop*

From the distance, he could hear the faint noise of a horse touching the ground. It was such a familiar sound and such a sound reminding him of when he had to face the twelve-headed hydra boss. He and his army of undead, along with a zombie general, Logan the general. His spear mastery can rival many top thousand players. At the edge of his view was a shadow of a zombie general alongside his zombie horse.

"My lord, your general is here." Logan the general's faint voice echoed over faintly.

The zombie general took a bowing stance before both faded off.

Then another voice echoed, "Father, father, father. Lucas here, Lucas is coming."

"Lucas, is that you?" He knew this child-like voice was extremely familiar.

He knew this voice, it was his most prized unit out of all of the spirit-type monsters. It was Lucas Liken, a small child that he took in as a son. He could not abandon the crying children, whether it was a spirit or not a pure spirit. Lucas was so unique that he was one of the only dark-type spirit-type monsters that are not affected by holy magic or any other magic that specializes in dealing with dark-type monsters.

"Father, don't abandon Lucas again. Lucas misses you." Lucas the pure spirit, his voice came over before fading.

Like the previous two, standing at the edge of the fog, the faint shadow of a child faded away.

Like the last three, more and more undead-type monsters begin to appear one by one. He could only look on and call out their names one by one. They were his family and his friends when he was the loneliest and when he was most desperate. Even with their non-existence of reality, they are what provided him with the courage and responsibility to live up to them as their master, lord, and father.

Each appearing undead appeared one after another, one by one, and faded away. All that he could do was look on as they came and went. After a brief meeting with each family member, his desperation slowly eases away and melts away like butter in a frying pan. He was happy, but at the same time, he was sad to see each other and everyone fading away like nothing. However, he felt much lighter than before. After meeting the last member, he finally set his heart at ease and truly calmed himself down.

Then, he was the only one left in the world of fog. He sat down on the cool plate without caring about how dusty it was and started to reminisce about those who survived and those who had already departed on their journey of eternal sleep. After a short contemplation, his mind is cleared and the fog fades away. Before him, was his family. Although dead, they were the family that he formed and found through hardships. For some reason, he could not help feeling his heart racing against his chest and warm tears flowing down his eyes. They were his family and his friends.

He subconsciously did not think nor realize that this was just a dream and the moment he realized it, he had already awakened. The dream seemed like forever, but it lasted only twelve hours of his sleep. His tears wet the pillow. His body was in a state of nervousness. A bit short of breath.

By the time he came back to himself, the evening sun laid the clouds orange, red, and a tint of purple. The sunset was beautiful and he just realized that his point of view was aligned with the view of the lazy sky. It was such a heartfelt dream and a peaceful evening. Thus, end chapter twelve.