<o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com<img src=" images="" smilies="" shocked.gif="" border="0" alt="" title="<img src=" smilieid="2" class="inlineimg"></o:smarttagtype>War Games III: Endgame or it's Nice to Meet Death
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November 7, 2009
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This one is really long it took me forever to write it down and the longer I think about it the more details I loose .
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I was at the cottage, in the back garden. It was nice out. It felt like the beginning of autumn. Still warm but with a slight breeze to keep it cool, no sign of the leaves changing yet. That made me sad; it was my favorite part of having seasons. I felt like I didn’t appreciate it when I lived in a place that had more than two seasons; very hot and not so hot. I was picking green beans. I saw in the corner of my eye ‘you have successfully harvested green beans’ (just like oblivion). I laughed, I was dreaming.
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I was just about to take by full basket into the house, when I herd a man clear his throat behind me. “Excuse me, mistress.” I froze. It was War-Bringer’s voice. I was scared but I was also pissed. THIS, I thought, is MY DREAM! I summoned a poisoned dagger. I wouldn’t want this to be pleasant for him. ()
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“I’m not playing your game, anymore.” I stated turning to face him. “So I suggest you leave. I don’t need my friends to kill you. You’re in the wrong dream and you aren’t wanted.” During my little speech he had put his hands up like he was surrendering and slowly backed up. Fool move, I thought and lunged aiming my dagger at his throat. He teleported behind me grabbing me by the waist and holding my arms at my sides.
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“Don’t be so blinded by anger.” He whispered in my ear. “It does not suit a Lady as beautiful as you.” He let me go still standing wary least I try to kill him again.
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He sounded like War-Bringer; he moved like War-Bringer, he looked like… I looked into his dark eyes. Wait. Dark eyes? War-Bringer had silvery blue eyes. There was also a scar by his left eye, his hair was shorter and more wavy less curly; big differences. War-Bringer had been flawless. I could see him relaxing as I was starting to believe him. Then tense when I shook my head in refusal.
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“You look like War-Bringer!” I accused.
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“Or does War-Bringer look like me?” he answered. I scowled at him, but thought of the scar. War-Bringer wouldn’t want an imperfection. He was the all beautiful and all powerful ruler of his own game; or at least that was what he wanted everyone to think.
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“Then who are you?”
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“Just don’t be upset with the answer.” He told me. I sighed and rolled my eyes.
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“I am a Death-Bringer.”
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“Get out! I interrupted him. I was behind him now shoving his back, pushing him to the gate. “I don’t want to hear it. I want you to go ‘way!”
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“But I’m NOT WAR-BRINGER” I finished shoving him through the gate and slammed it shut. I crossed my arms and glared at him.
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I must look ridiculous, I though in my head. The gate only came to about his waist. It would hardly keep him out. “Yep!” I heard the low voice in my head agree. “Very, very silly. Silly little puppy!” She laughed. I flung my arms down and stomped my foot (Yes, very mature, I know ).
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“Well, I’m glad I amuse you!” I thought I thought.
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“I never said you did.” The man in front of me answered.
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“Whops I said that out loud.”
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He gave me a quizzical glance. Then smirked (It was a very good look on him ). “Does this mean you will listen to me when you are finished arguing with yourself?” He looked hopeful.
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“Ah!” I exclaimed throwing up my arms. “You both can leave me alone!” He raised an eyebrow. I turned and stalked back into the house, grabbing the basket on my way, muttering about dumb old wolves and stupid boy’s who play dumb games. I went into the kitchen and started making tea. I turned and noticed that he had followed me. I glowered at him again. I imagined myself like a cartoon character with a dark cloud over my head complete with raindrops.
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“Someone will not be happy when they have to clean that up later” he stated pointing to the trail of water I was leaving in my wake. I glared. He was looking around the kitchen. I glared some more. He picked up a note that was left on the table and looked up at me. “Who’s Nomad?” I glared and snatched it away.
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‘Off with Nomad! wink, wink. Be home sometime. Hope you don’t miss <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on">me.</st1:state></st1:place>” was written in Pixy’s neat handwriting.
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“You don’t need to know!” I informed him.
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Missing time.
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I was sitting at the table with a nice hot cup of tea. I look a sip. Mmmm. Vanilla raspberry. He was sitting across from me the Bringer of Death. He was eating something. I don’t remember what I had given him. He finished and smiled at me. “Are you calm enough to let me finish. It is very important. If you leave again, I’ll still be here when you get back. I can not leave until I tell you!”
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“Fine!” I sighed.
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“Maybe it would be better if I just showed you…” He sounded like he was talking out loud. “Let’s take a walk.”
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“Uh, ok.” I said. I waved my hand over the table the dishes, they disappeared. Still dreaming. He offered his arm. I spun like a sim and changed into a renaissance style dress. With a small nod of my head I took his arm. We went through the front door and out to a small garden path lined with flowers. The path split and we took the one that went around to the back garden. There was fish pond with koi. (I thought that was cool. Dream fish. Do fish dream?) The path spit again at the back gate. We followed the one that went towards the stream.
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Over the hill I stopped dead in my tracts. There was an army, an ARMY, camped out on the other side of the stream. Well what used to be the stream. It was now a river, complete with stone bridge that looked wide enough fore one lane of cart or car traffic.
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“No!” I said firmly. “This is mine. My house, my dream, so go destroy someone else’s forest. No. No. No. No. NO!” at the last part I covered my eyes and shook my head. He stared laughing. I peaked through my fingers at him. He pointed down to the camp. Where everyone was looking confused at to why two thirds of the camp had disappeared suddenly.
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“I guess you have the power of positive thinking.” He finally got out between his laughter. I didn’t see what was so funny.
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“So what I have been trying all day, or is it night, never mind. I’ve be trying to tell you that you won!” He declared as if it was supposed to mean something to me.
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“Yey?” I said unenthusiastically.
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He chuckled at that. “The Game.,” He explained. “You won The Game of War-Bringers.”
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I stared at him. “And?”
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“It means we are your army now. War-…”
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“I don’t want an army!” I interrupted yet again.
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“Too bad. As I was saying, War-Bringer bound the army to the winner of The Game. He always thought it would be him so he was as surprised as us when we all ended up here today, night, never mind.”
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“So where did the people that teleported away go?”
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He shrugged. “They were not Dreamers. Think of them like extra’s.”
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“And all of you are real people?” I asked shocked.
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“Well,” he said hesitantly. “We are Dreamers. I do not know if I would consider all of them, down their, as people.”
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I rolled my eyes. “Whatever! How do I get rid of you?” I asked impatiently.
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“You free us.” He shrugged. I walked to the bridge, when I reached the other end I stopped, waiting for everyone’s attention.
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“You are Free!” I told them. “Now get the hell out of my dreams!” several teleported away, someone had opened a portal that most of the others were using. I was then left with about ten. “What you don’t have anything better to do!” I accused them.
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“Um, they are with <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">me.</st1:place></st1:state>” he said as he came to stand next to me. I tried to raise my eyebrow at him. I didn’t feel like it worked very well. “They are my pack.” “What are you like…”
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“Wolves.” He finished for me.
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“…or something.” I finished lamely.
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He smirked. “You’re one to talk.”
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We went inside. I curled up in my chair by the fire. Several members of the pack were in the kitchen feasting and making a ruckus. He sat in the chair opposite me. There was a female red wolf curled up at his feet. Someone came over to hand her a plate of food. She morphed back into her human form. She had long red hair and a pendent that read ‘foxy’. She was very beautiful. She somehow reminded me of Pixy.
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I watched the flames. I was loosing the dream. He came and knelt before me grabbing my hands. “Just focus a little longer. I have much to tell you.” I don’t remember much detail after that. I know he is the alpha of his pack. He didn’t want to leave; he said that he, and his pack, would protect me. That he was sorry for any death he brought my way but I should be used to it. (Allison is also a bringer of death. Most people will have someone they know die after befriending her.) That we would talk more in later dreams but that they would go back to the encampment and make that their home. If anyone wanted to find them it would be there. I tried to ask his name but I couldn’t hold onto the dream long enough.
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