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I knew I was dreaming right from the beginning. For one, I don't remember my head hitting the pillow. That's a sure sign. Secondly, I have never held a sword in my life. Nor do I particularly intend to.
But something was strange about this dream. It seemed real. It seemed too real. Still, dreams can be decieving. But this dream had gotten through the dreamcatcher hung just above my head. My dreamcatcher is blessed by the Priestess of Elra herself, and keeps nightmares away.
I was standing at the top of a hill, wearing thick, elegant armor and a massive sword that had designs of dragons plated in gold along the blade. They should have pinned me to the ground, but they felt weightless. Another sign I was dreaming.
I must have been some sort of leader because a tall, official-looking guy with elegant armor not quite as elegant as mine walked up to me and said, "My Lord, we cannot win this battle. The Demuuns are too powerful for us. But we can still defeat them if we retreat now and fight the final battle at the Gates of Gaiant. It is our only hope to save your Kingdom, your majesty."
I suddenly took in my surroundings, and everything became clearer than ever.
A battlefield. This was a battlefield. At the foot of the hill I saw an army with black armor clearly giving it their all against a massive army in white armor which shone in the setting sun.
But when a white-armored knight gallantly sliced through a dark-armored soldier pinned to the ground, the dark-armored soldier disappeared in a big poof of black smoke and sparks. So was the case for all of the black-coated soldiers.
This was like almost all other classic fairy tale stories. Good versus evil. Good wins. The end. Clearly white was the "good" and black was the "evil". Of course, I was supposed to be the hero of the story and lead my army to defeat the "evil".
At that moment I saw that this was a twisted tale. For my armor was black.
"Fine. Retreat." I said.
The man nodded his head and bowed. Then he waved his hands in a strange way and a golden light seemed to radiate from his hand and shot up into the sky. "RETREAT!!" He bellowed. It seemed to echo across the battlefield.
Immediately the black-armored soldiers began to retreat. But they were not fast enough. I saw a single soldier wearing white armor throw something into the heart of the black army.
Instantly, the ground shook and a blinding light made me shield my eyes. When I had opened them, not a single black soldier was in sight.
"Now, you shall die..." The tall man said.
"Y-you... You're a traitor!" I played along and gritted my teeth.
He nodded and slinked forward, with a sword in his hand.
I woke. The starcather above my head was broken.
It was just a dream... I thought. Nothing more.
But it was more. For in my hand, was a sword.

I stepped outside my door.
"Whew!" I said. "Finally I get to go outside!" I locked the door and slid the key underneath the doormat. Then I turned away and walked down a street. I headed toward the new cafe being built.
My father was overseeing the construction. I needed to talk to him before I headed out to buy some groceries. I supposed he would be at the construction site drinking a pop and talking to his friends or something, anything but overseeing the construction.
As I approached the wooden scaffolds and partial wooden walls, I was greeted by a worker.
"Hey, Xela! How ya doin'?" He asked.
I grinned. "Awesome, Jake. Have you by chance seen my dad anywhere?"
Jake shook his head. "Actually, I just got here. You should try talking to Bill. He should be working on the kitchen over there." He pointed through the beginnings of a big arched doorway at a big sheet of wood obstructing the future kitchen. "I'm sure he'll know."
"Okay, thanks!" I walked past him and through the doorway. The cafe was to have two walls completely covered with mirrors. They were all leaning against the wood that would be the black painted walls.
I would have headed directly for the entrance into the kitchen if it weren't for the fact that there was a big pile of tools, lunchboxes, wood, an umbrella, broken nails, magazines, remnants of a sandwich, and a jar of salt completely covering half of the floor.
The other half was under a very tall ladder. There's no such thing as bad luck. I thought. It's just a crazy superstition.
I began to walk under it.
But right then, Jake's pitch-black cat, Gia, who seems to go everywhere Jake does, managed to run across the room and plant herself on my feet in an attempt to rub against my legs, but only after knocking over the jar of salt and stepping on the umbrella, which opened after she stepped off.
Of course, she tripped me. In an attempt to catch myself, I fleetingly reached for the ladder to catch me. It had the opposite effect.
As I landed on my knees and hands with a thud and a burst of pain, I watched as the ladder wobbled and fell. It hit two of the door-sized mirrors on it's way.
Of course, Bill ran alarmed into the room, and quickly took in the scene. He stood silent, paralized with shock.
"Is my dad here?" I mumbled weakly.
Bill stared. "Uhhh...um...wha? N-no. He went to get groceries for you."