The Dream

As it is going, currently no one will find out for awhile. And when they do he will have learned quite abit more, planning for that to happen in the next few chapters.
Alright finally got this done, not much happens but don't worry it will get exciting soon. Hopefully will have next chapter up by end of weekend.
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Leo wakes me up soon telling me that time is up and we got work to do. I slowly get up feeling unrested but manage to appear awake. Hopping down from by bunk I tidy myself up to appear more presentable then leave the room finding Leo waiting outside.

"Sucks doesn't it? Getting only an hour of sleep you will get used to it as we won?t get that many full nights of sleep." He yawns and stretches then walks down the hallway. "Alright so first order of business is to check our commanding officer on any orders, you met him already. The man I gave the documents to and had a nice short discussion with. Praefectus Equitum, good man he is. Pretty lax about the rules and rankings, prefers if you call him just Sir."

The hallway opens up to a large room, the same room we first entered in which gave me a pretty general idea of how the commanding area was laid out. You entered into a large square room which had three other doors, one in front and two on each side. The one on the left side stretched out and branched off in two, similar to a tree. One was for offices and the other for bedrooms. This gave him a pretty good idea as for how to other side was laid out, however what it contained and was used for was still a mystery. On the other hand, thanks to Leo he knew what the door opposite to the entrance of the command area was for, it opened up to the actually Command Center. Currently the room they were in seemed to be more of a gathering place for socialization purposes mainly. Officers were mulling about and talking to each other more informally than normal.

Which seemed to be what they were there for; as Leo navigated his way other to the man from earlier. "Sir, is there anything that needs to be done?"

"Ah, Leonardo it seems there is. Nothing much just need to deliver these orders to Sir Greiver up at the watchtower, just a small dispatch order. After you do that you are free for the day, well you and your brother."

"Yes Sir." Leo took the orders from Sir?s outstretched hands and walked off to the exit. The men at the door open it for him once the door behind us closes he looks back at me. "Well aren?t you lucky? Get to see the city then get an entire day of studying."

After a short walk we arrived back at the entrance to HQ, from there we walked a short ways to a large stone tower that looked out over the entire city and the area to the south of it. We walked in silence up to a wooden door, at which Leo knocked on and a small panel opened at the top. Leo held up the documents to the panel and the person behind it closed the panel then opened the door. He pointed to a set of stairs which we then climbed to the top. We found ourselves in a large open space that allowed soldiers to view out of. The outer walls were mostly gone, except at the corners where they were still present to allow support for the last floor. In the center of this room was a ladder leading to the top, after a short conversation with another guard both of us climbed to the actually top which had no roof. The edges had two-foot walls meant more to stop people from falling then to protect. Directly in front of us was another soldier, he turned towards us and saluted.

"Greetings, I assume you have something for me then?? Leo nodded and handed the orders to him then waited as the man opened them up and read them, "Another group of reinforcements... third this week. Thank you, you may go now."

With another salute we were sent all the ways back down to the base, it seemed excess to me. So much travelling for just that one thing, so I decided to ask Leo seeing as I was going to be doing some studying anyway, "Don't they have another way to communicate instead of sending one soldier all the way over here and then back for just one order?"

Leo is silent for a while as he navigates us back and then into the actual city itself, where he found a small bench and sat down at before looking back at me. "We have little resources being cut off from the capital, Rome. With that as it is, we're already pretty thinly spread as it is. Under normal circumstances we would send a courier, delivery boy who is much faster on their feet then normal soldiers. They also would generally know how to get from one place to another faster as well as a better endurance. That or we would use pigeons, just tie the message to the pigeons leg and send them off." He motions for me to sit down and looks up to the sky. "However because of the circumstances pigeons are only used for the most urgent of things that require long distances. Couriers are used for urgent messages within towns or between two close by towns. So yes it is a lot of work and as that wasn't so urgent we were sent. That and all other couriers are out."

Leo took out from his pocket a piece of paper, after making sure I had no more questions, which he revealed to be a map of the city. He gave it to me and then gave a short lesson on how to use a map. He told me to explore the city for a few hours then to return back to HQ. He also told me what to do when I returned so the sentries would let me in and gave me a document and metal badge, which he called an ensign. He got up and gave me some coins, for food if I got hungry, along with a mini lesson on what they were. Finally he walked off telling me he had some business of his own to do and that he was sure I could handle exploration of the city myself.

Great job. I really like the depth that you're going to with your story. It's truly fantastic. I can tell that you've put a lot of thought into this, like you were making an actual resistance in the time period yourself.

Hoho, the writing of the story is so simple yet when thought over the things that happen feel quite rich. Can't wait to see what/who he finds exploring the city streets.

Well you guys have waited long enough I think, here is the next chapter. Got an important event in it, took me some time to figure out how to actually write it out. Next chapter will be out soon almsot done writing it. Gonna start expanding on what is actually happening.
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After he had left I picked up the map and figured out where I currently was, as well as where HQ was. Then I began making my way around the outskirts where the city was less packed together and crowded. Venice was a small city off the coast of Italy itself and was in fact actually many smaller islands close together than people built upon. Finding this out I did begin to wonder how the HQ was set up exactly but the question was quickly pushed to the back of my mind. The outskirts were full of docks and smelled of the sea, all around people were hurriedly milling about. I spotted a few soldiers here and there. Mostly my eyes rested on the magnificent array of ships, hundreds of them docked, coming in, or going out. The majority being small fishing boats but there were also a lot of military naval ships full of soldiers, as well as a few larger ships.

After a good hour of exploring the docks I found myself facing a large canal with no bridge in site, though there were a lot of smaller boats that seemed to be for travelling through the canals. Watching I saw that people waited or called for a boat. Each boat was probably about six or seven feet long and only a foot wide in the back was a man standing up and using a long oar to move the boat. They paid him then gave him directions and were off, I decided not to try this as I didn?t have much money and wanted to explore the city on foot first. In the distance I saw a large bridge so I set off towards it.

The city itself was packed with people, buildings, and small merchant stalls where a myriad of different items were being sold; from weapons to small children toys. I had to carefully pick my way through the crowds, which made for a very slow going but quite enjoyable as well. So many different sounds and smells surrounded me; I caught the scent of freshly baked breads and then a few feet farther ahead it changed to the delicious smell of cooked steak. After probably an hour I finally broke free of the large crowds having left what I guessed was the market district. Walking along side the canal was quite calming, listening to the soothing sound of the water lapping against the sides of the canal. Finally I made it to the bridge where there seemed to be something going on as a large crowd has surrounding it. Carefully picking my way through the excited crowd until I reached the edge where soldiers were pushing the crowd back. A little farther behind them a large fight was going on between a group of people and the soldiers. And it was bloody; whoever they were they outnumbered the soldiers and were easily striking them down.

"The rebels at it again, then?"

"No I hear it's some other group."

"Really? What for?"

"Seem to support those soldiers from the Asias..."

I quickly turn around and find myself facing a group of teenagers, all around my age, excitedly chatting with each other. One of the looks up and notices me looking at them, the others quiet down and look up too.

"What you looking at?" The one who had first noticed me spoke up and stepped forward. He looked me up and down, "Ah you overheard us didn't you? Curious then aren't you, well it is true. Me father says so himself, a soldier he is, says they are a group who supports those soldiers that come from the Asias."

I looked back at the group now noticing they all wore the same red and black clothing, the armor was all similar as well and there was something on their backs; a symbol of some sort.

"Don't feel so safe in the city with them around, me father thinks they need to be wiped out. But no one has been willing to do so apparently, higher ups too lazy or something..."

I was tired of watching the soldiers getting themselves killed, whoever these people were they needed to be stopped. I walked up to one of the nearby soldiers who was keeping the crowd back, which I found odd that anyone would even want to watch this, and easily pulled his sword from his sheath. By the time he noticed what I had done I was already running into the fight to assist.

"Hey come back here you little thief! Your gonna get yourself ki-"

Already I had managed to disarm one of them and shut up the soldier who I had borrowed the weapon from as well. Before the man could pick up his weapon again I planted a heavy kick to his chest and followed it up with another to his head. Swinging the sword around in my right hand I turned away and found another of them; locked in battle with two soldiers and still managing to stay on the offensive. They were definitely skilled, whoever they were, atleast more so than the average city guard. He had noticed me approaching the corner of his eyes and managed to push the guards back a few feet with a heavy swing. Before he could finish them off, however; I stepped in and blocked his blow. After that is over within a few seconds. I disarmed him as well then smacked him across the head with the hilt of the sword.

"Retreat!"

Somewhere within the little battle a deep voice sounded and from the rooftops a few smoke arrows were released upon the entire bridge covering it with thick smoke. After it had cleared the opposing group had disappeared leaving only the soldiers and city guards, as well as the two men that I had taken down. I looked down at the man unconscious in front of me, then walked over and returned the sword to the soldier.

"Get both of the men and tie them up then send them to HQ." I pulled out the ensign and showed it to the man, he immediately straightened up and saluted me with a, 'Yes sir!' Shaking my head I took off in the opposite direction and finally crossed the bridge. The crowd parted for me conveniently enough and I made my way deeper into the actual city itself no longer with an excited air. What I saw annoyed me and flooded myself with questions. From what I had overheard not only were there those guys but also a group of rebels who fought against us for another reason.

Liking it. Lorenzo's combat abilities and charisma seem to be far out of proportion with his young age. I guess that's why his rank is so high. I guess there'll be an interrogation scene in the next chapter, and then we get to see to whom the deep voice belongs to, eh? And the mentioning of Asia... hmm... I'll be sure to keep reading.

Totally perfect time for a fight. Great work. I like how he is just naturally settling into what is supposedly his old life. He took charge and just totally owned those guys. Again, great work. I look forward to more.

Well as far as age goes, in that time period it wasn't uncommon for younger people to know how to fight. Many boys started learning around 8 years old and could join the military around 14. Why Lorenzo and his brother are so high are more on their natural ability to lead people instead of their fighting skills. Deep voice... not sure if that will be revealed just yet, atleast not specifically. As for Asia you will be hearing more on that. Thanks for reading and hear is the next chapter, not much but next one will be full of action.
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Deep in thought I walked around the city not exactly paying attention to where I was going, finally looking up I noticed my problem. I found a bench and sat down to consult my map, I was currently at the far south eastern part of Venice near a place marked S. Biago. I had certainly walked pretty far from the bridge I originally crossed which was called the ?Rialto Bridge? which was one of the three bridges that crossed the Grand Canal and the centermost of the three. I pulled out the coins that Leo gave me and then looked around for a shop of some sort as I was getting hungry. Not too far away I spotted a small bread shop, getting up I headed over there and purchased a loaf of bread costing a few coins. I headed back to the bench to eat and continued to look over the map. Once done I decided that I should probably make my way back to HQ. I would have to finish my tour of the city some other time.

Once back I showed my papers and ensign to the sentries they told me to report to the Praefectus Equitum and then let me in. I assumed it was about the two men I had the soldiers bring in and I was right. Entering his office he waved for me to sit down then looked me straight in the eyes and smiled friendly to me.

"Well quite the first day back? Assisting the soldiers and guards while they were fighting as well as catching two of the supporters." He sits down and picks up a few documents, giving them a quick look over before handing them to me. "Here are the reports for all that, read them over and then report over to the interrogation chambers. Once you're done with that report back to me."

Luckily for me I didn?t have to go through the trouble of having to find the interrogation chambers myself; as he had a guard escorts me over. Standard procedure probably but without it I would have probably been put in a pretty bad position. It was located opposite of the living area for the all the other soldiers from the open space at the entrance. Considered the working side of HQ it was dividing into a few sections; the armory which consisted of mainly weapon and armor storages, raw materials, blueprints, and a few blacksmith workshops; then there was the school which had many large rooms full of wooden dummies and targets, small rooms full of desks, a few obstacles courses, and a miniature armory; next were the command center for all middle and low ranked soldiers which consisted of many offices and was divided between each separate branch; finally there was the prison, a small isolated area containing traitors, spies, and prisoners of war. It was set up underneath one of the smaller islands which meant we actually had to go through a small tunnel that went under one of the many canals. On each side of the tunnel there were large metal doors with a sentry posted at each. Both saluted and let me enter, the guards escorting me however were not allowed entry so they waited outside.

The door was closed behind me and a few feet ahead of me the corridor opened up to a small square room with a hallway running down each of its sides. Looking up I noticed that each of the hallways had a small sign above them, the one to my left read, 'Interrogation Chambers'. I walked down it into another open room this one lined with many doors that each opened up to a small chamber. Most were empty but I noticed that the first three to my left had people inside. There were a few soldiers posted outside who seemed to have been waiting for me because once they saw me they nodded and opened up the second chamber door and walked inside; I followed them and found myself face to face with the man I had, not too long ago, hit with the hilt of my sword.

He wasn't that old instead he looked quite young probably in his early thirties. He had short cut black hair and a serious face, his eyes looked a little swollen and there was a large bruise on his forehead. He didn't look up at first instead just sat where he was looking down at the ground. The soldier to his left looked over at me expectantly then lifted the man's head up forcefully. The man's eyes slowly focused onto me and after a few seconds they showed anger and recognition of who I was.

"Ah, I see you remember me... that is good." I kept my voice calm and steady even though I was actually quite unsure of how to do this as well as kind of scared. I didn't like the idea of torturing this man then again I didn't like the idea of killing people either. "Now you understand what is about to happen? I will ask you a few questions which you will answer. If you don't answer you know what will happen? "I looked at the reports that I was previously given and read quickly over the second one. "First off what is your name?"

The soldier to his right took out a piece of paper and a quill and readied himself.
"... Damion." The soldier let go of his head and the man continued to look at me his previous anger gone.

"Good, now do tell me Damion why were you fighting?" This time however he remained silent just staring at me dully. I was unsure of how to continue, "Alright how about this, how did the fight start?" Once again he remained silent and I knew I couldn't continue being nice. I took a deep breath then looked up and nodded solemnly to the guard on the left. He knelt down and smacked the man with his hand. "How did the fight start?"

"We organized ourselves on the bridge and waited for the signal."

"Who were you?"

"A small group of twenty men."

"Who was leading your small group and who gave the signal?"

"We were led by the man who fought with two axes." He looked down at the ground and didn't continue, unwilling to answer the question more specifically or to answer my other one.

"Man who fought with two axes..." I looked over the reports again, "alright then let's talk to the other guy now and see what he has to say. While you Damion think a little more about my question." I turned and opened the door and let myself out, the soldiers followed and locked the door behind me then opened the third door to the left. Entering they took the same positions as they did before and I found myself facing the first man I fought.

I see... but in actuality I meant he fought and talked with the features of someone who seemed like a veteran; one who holds the title and venerability a colonel commands often, especially considering the fact that he's amnesiac only recently. Also... about his amnesia... I think I've got a theory that seems plausible, but it's still too early for that. I'd like to see where this story goes after this. Keep up the good work, night.

The fighting would be mor of instict, for instance a soccer player hits his head and loses his memory. He would still be able to play as well as before because his body knows how to play. Quite an interesting subject actually, the mind can forget but the body remembers. On the other hand for his speaking that would be something different, he did get some lessons from his brother and personality plays into that as well; being confident.

New chapter, bit short but it took me awhile to write. Pretty important info though. Also would love to hear your theory on how, especially after reading this!
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He was much different from Damion he seemed more confident and he showed that by staring me directly in my eyes and laughing at me mockingly. I knew immediately that getting any information out of him would be hard because his eyes showed no fear; just defiance.

"Pleasure to see you again, boy."

"Pleasure is all mine, prisoner ." I looked up to the guard and nodded, the prisoner continued to smile mockingly but he obviously understood what was about to happen and he didn?t need to wait long as the guard picked him up and smashed his head into his knee. The prisoners blood flew from his nose, the guard threw him to the ground but he looked back up still smiling. "Not enough? This can be over quickly without any suffering, wouldn't you rather have that."

"I am no traitor, you piece of ****!" Without warning he bounded to his feet, the guards taken by surprise were knocked back, and his face was an inch from mine in a second then his head smashed into my forehead. I stumbled back my vision blurred but got my right fist to connect with his jaw. Right before the soldiers managed to restrain him I saw his left fist flying towards me, I felt a dull pain to the left side of my head following quickly by a sharper pain at the back; then my vision faded and everything went black.


I was running after my older brother through open fields. Not far off leaning against our house was my Father watching us play and through the window I could see my Mother busy in the kitchen. Once again I looked forward and saw my older brother was closer, I reached out and grabbed onto his clothing. He was jolted, now pulling my weight too, he tripped himself and I didn't stopped myself in time. I fell over him. We both lay in the open grass for a few seconds in silence before looking at each other and laughing loudly at each other. We were younger, much younger and childish without a care in the world.

The scene changed to something much different, something that made no sense whatsoever.

I was standing on the porch watching my Father's back as he slowly walked away, he was dressed in a military uniform. He was leaving for a long time. Behind me my Mother was silently crying in the doorframe my Father looked back when he reached the bus and smiled sadly. He waved to us the boarded it and was gone.


My eyes opened and then quickly closed, I sat up and slowly opened them again. It was bright so it took awhile for me to get used to the sudden change but I found myself in my room, in my bed. My head was pounding but I still pulled myself out and dressed myself. It was hard but I managed to piece together what happened, I remembered interrogating the prisoner and him getting up and attacking me. Odd... I thought he was chained. How did he manage to get free? I found it hard to think as my mind was focusing on my dreams which were beginning to fade. I put my hand on my head, it was still throbbing and I was wandering what I could get to make it stop or lessen it. Taking a deep breath I walked over to my desk and looked over it quickly finding the papers I had before, as well as a few new ones. I picked them up and left my room.

I decided I would head back to the interrogation chambers and finish what I had started then I would return and give my report. I started my long walk and let thoughts wander. In no time I found myself back in the chambers and in front of me were to surprised and slightly embarrassed guards.

"Sir, we didn't know you were coming back. After getting your head hit against the wall like that, are you sure you are okay."

"Good enough to get revenge for the man who did that..."

They clumsily turned around and led me back to the prisoner's chamber, regaining their composure at the door. One of them took from his waist a right of keys and inserted a large silver key into the lock. They opened it and escorted me inside.

"We aren't sure how he escaped last time but we redid them and added a few more securities." The same guard who unlocked it walked up to the prisoner and pulled at the chains binding him. Positive they were secured he looked up at me, "Ready when you are, sir."

"Back aga-" This time I didn't let the man finish, angered by before, I stepped forward and planted a heavy kick to his face.

"You are going to answer my questions, every single one of them. Let's start simple, what is your name?" He remained silent but I wasn't in the mood to deal with it so I let the guard give him a kick to the ribs. "What is your name?"

I like the aggression and the progression from one interrogation to the next. Keep it up and you'll have a perfect crisis moment building up for a light or dark decision that could take the story in completely different directions. Switching between good and bad behavior...I wonder which he'll be. Dark Hero or True Hero...hmm...or maybe neither. After all, I'm not the one writing this. Either way, I think that you've done a fantastic job so far. Keep up the good work.

Bus...? Well, back to the drawing board with my theory I guess. And I agree with Garm, inner conflict is a wonderful element to weave into the story. Also, I've been wondering about your title. 'The Dream'? I'm pretty sure its meaning isn't just straight out. I'm curious as to what is it you really have behind those two words, night. Imma keep reading.

Morals are fun to play with.... Also yes bus as in automobile. So you got alittle more on the story itself. I like my title, could be straight out never know.
Alright well sorry for the delay, so I apologize with a slightly longer chapter than usual that I hope you enjoy. Next chapter is gonna be important and hopefully up by sunday night.
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Again he remained silent but after a few more hits from the guard he seemed a little more cooperative not by much though. "My name? is Jacob."

"See that wasn't too hard now was it? One simple question, now another one. Why were you fighting?"

"... because we were ordered to?"

"Why were you ordered to?"

"Why are you interrogating me?" I gave him a smile and let the guard rough him up a bit more, when done Jacob's nose was bleeding and broken. "Because we received orders to cause a commotion."

I looked over my reports again, they were mostly useless, so instead I decided to ask him the same question I asked Damion to see if I could confirm any of his answers. "How did the fight start?"

"How? We just gathered at the bridge and attacked the first city guard we saw."

"Who? How many of you were there?"

"Don't know maybe twenty of us, all in the resistance of course."

"Why were you fighting, what was your reason?"

"We do not support you, we do not like your rule, we support the men from the East." I noticed he was smiling, it was hard to tell as his face was covered in blood. He wasn't looking at me but the ground in front of him and his eyes looked a little glazed as if he was imagining something or in deep thought. After a few seconds of silence, however; he pulled himself out of it and stared at me coldly, "Any other questions?"

I return his smile and step forward pleased to notice that he flinched, "Yes actually I do. First off there was a man within your group who was leading or directing you, to put it simply I want any info about him. Look to your left and you will see a guard who will write down everything you tell him. Now look to your right and you will see another guard who will make sure you speak and speak honestly. I will return in a few minutes after questioning your ally in the other cell and I do hope that you will have provided these men with good info..." I leave Jacob with the other two guards and enter the cell that held Damion.

"Back again" Damion looked up at me when I closed the cell door and waited patiently.

"Well I did say I would, so tell me have you managed to rethink your answers? Because unfortunately for you, I am not in a good mood."

Damion hung his head and stared at the ground, his fists became clenched, "Yes?" Both of his fists opened and he became relaxed while his face revealed defeat. Even in my current mood I sympathized for him.

"Good. The man with two axes, tell me more about him." Leaning back against the cell wall I crossed my arms and relaxed because luckily for me the man before me was willing to answer all my questions.

"I do not know his name, only an alias that he goes by; Leon Ario. He is about thirty-five years old, lives around Stada di Giardon where he also runs a small blacksmith shop which he uses as a cover to smuggle weapons into and out of the city. He is the leader of our group in Venice and often leaves the city and meets up with other resistance leaders from other cities for unknown reasons. He has short cut black hair, no facial hair, brown eyes, a scar on his left cheek, and is about six feet tall."

"Good work Damion, now do tell me why you fight against us?"

He glanced up at me but quickly looked back towards the ground, I partially expected him to lie but his answer matched Jacobs though was more detailed. "We do not support your rule, the men to the east from the Asias are who we support. The Shang-Li family along with the Xia and Nari families from the east who support 'Him' have been sending us information and orders. We simply follow them because we believe that the Romans era of rule is over and has been for a long time."

The information he gave me was valuable, very valuable. Two very important pieces of information that would be beneficial to us, first we would be able to take out the leader of the resistance and hopefully eliminate it all together. Secondly we would know where to send our spies to which should be much more effective than just sending them all over the place. On the other hand the person he mentioned as "Him" was bothering me, one
person was behind all of this and he obviously had a lot of power.

I left Damion's cell and told the guards to give him plenty of food and water. I decided against questioning Jacob again, he was stubborn and I wanted to bring the current information I had to attention. Then I would either ask Jacob the follow-up questions myself, or have another soldier, to attempt to confirm Damion's words. That aside there were a few other things I wanted to check up on my own such as getting a full detailed map of the city, studying the city guard's shifts, and a little research on the East in general. Leo would probably be helpful for all three and probably anything else but I hadn't seen him for awhile. Made me wonder where he had gone off too exactly.


Once again I was back inside the Praefectus Equitum's office seated in front of his desk. I had given him my report and was waiting patiently while he read over it. Finally he looked up at me and set the papers down before addressing me, "Well you certainly do get the job done even after you get injured, well done. This Jacob man, from what I have read, seems like he is the more informed of the two but he is also much more stubborn. While Damion is less informed he has been much more cooperative, which he will be rewarded for though I doubt any reward we give him will be good." He leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling, "Ironic how we view Damion as a good man because he gave us the information we wanted but in reality how good of a man are you if you betray your comrades?"

"Um, I am not sure how to answer that, sir." Couldn't tell if I was supposed to answer that or not but I could tell something had changed. Something about his manner was different, his eyes focused on me and he just watched me for a few seconds before returning his gaze to the ceiling.

"If one of our soldiers was caught the last thing we would want him to do would be to betray us. But everyone sees their enemies the same so when they capture one of their enemies and they do not give into their interrogations or answer their questions what do you think they think of that soldier?" He leaned forward again and smiled at me; I realized that my previous answer had made him suspicious. When I did not answer him he shook his head and picked up the reports again then stood up. "Well Lorenzo you have certainly done a good job, head back to your room and get some rest. Leonardo should have returned by the time you wake up so I am sure you will have a lot to tell and ask him."

He got up and walked around his desk opening the door for me, I got up saluted and left noticing the curious gaze he had on me. I made a mental note to be more careful when answering his questions and around him. He probably had known me well... or knew me well? I shook my head to clear out my thoughts and entered my room clambering into the top bunk. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

Might attempt to get my story going again, just noticed as I was looking over this that I was missing a chapter. Weird seeing as I haven't looked at this in over a year... anyways here is the missing chapter which I wrote but never posted. For KOC your gonna need to do some reading.
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Once again I was outside with my brother in the grassy fields, this time watching him clumsily throw punches at our Father who easily blocked them. Leo continued to attempt to land a hit but was unable and finally our Father stopped him. Leo turned over to me and stuck his tongue out while I walked over and took my turn. I didn't do any better than my brother and in the end our Father ended up just giving us a lecture about how to fight before letting us run and play in the fields. We were still young, as before, and still so innocent but now we also seemed more mature and educated. Father didn't look much different either except his expression was more reserved and occasionally pained. He watched us play for a long time until the sun set low in the sky and the light of day began disappearing. He called us back, told us to come inside and eat, then waited until we ran up to him to start heading back towards the house.

The vision blurred and became darker before changing into something different but still similar.

Me and Leo were sitting at the kitchen eating some apples, outside the sun was slowly making its way over the horizon. We both looked tired, woken from our slumbers by Father and sent to the kitchen for breakfast. He came in and walked past us and into another room returning quickly with wooden swords. We quickly finished eating and followed him through the house and down a set of stairs into an opened up space full of dummies and targets. At the center was a box drawn with chalk where Father had us stand on opposite sides from each other. Once again he lectured us, showed us how to hold the swords and gave us some practice against each other.

The vision faded again and I briefly awoke but was quickly, almost pulled back into my slumber and shown another vision.

I was outside playing a game with a ball and hoop, basketball, all alone. The driveway was deserted as were most of those around my house; I was taller and stronger than before. After a few more shots I took a break and sat down on the grass letting my eyes wander over the neighborhood. It was depressing, there were no little kids running around and playing games with each other, no pets lazily bathing in the warmth of the sun, no cars sitting in driveways, nothing just like always. I stood up abruptly and continued my little game until a car arrives and pulls into the driveway. I stop and put away the ball then headed back into the house.

Finally I open my eyes from my sleep and stared up at the ceiling. I continued to lie there and just think about my visions, about my dreams. They were so weird but they seemed to be memories of me yet they were so different on the other hand both were so familiar. I had a feeling I would be getting these dreams every time I fell asleep and more each time.

Slowly I pull myself up into a sitting position and look down at the bunk below noticing Leo sleeping soundlessly. He was probably exhausted so I did my best to get out of bed quietly as not to disturb him. I decided to take a little walk around to get a better bearing of the place and to try and clear my head.

It didn't work, an hour later I walked back in with the dreams still fresh in my head the only part that did work was getting to know the HQ better. I had done quite an amount of exploration and was surprised that I could remember everything, even create a little map inside my head, which would definitely be useful later. I returned to my room and sat down at the desk putting my head in my hands and letting the dreams replay over and over. None of it made sense. The one with me and my brother strangely made more sense than the other one, where the me in that looked more like the old me or real me. It seemed like ages ago when I awoke and first met Leonardo. Waking up into an unfamiliar place with no idea on how I got there in the first place, staring at myself in the mirror but unable to recognize myself, then meeting a man who called me brother, a man who called me son, and walking through a town that belonged to a world I did not know.
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It is short, not entirely sure if I finished writing this chapter or not but I do know that I got all the important parts done.