On A Stormy Night

08. Stories In Dreams

"Based on a traitor, your life will end here," in a large field there are two people dressed as in the isekai story.

"I don't want to betray the truth, but the young master always thinks I'm his puppet. I'm fed up with that kind of thing" a pleading voice sounded.

"Isn't that your job as his servant?"

"I don't want any more selfish masters. Kill me if you want. I no longer want to go with him. I'd rather die" this voice boiled the blood of another man. He didn't expect to hear that answer.

"If that's what you want, you're dead" he said, slashing his sword. His words sounded like one who was overwhelmed by anger.

Without any resistance, the person before him instantly collapsed instantly. From his stomach was fresh blood.

"I'm sorry, I had to," the man who slashed the sword softly said again with tears in his eyes.

"It's not your fault. I should have accepted it. Thank you for giving this beautiful death," with the disordered breath of the man said. Slowly, he closed his eyes. With a big smile he left the world .

While regretting his actions, the slashing person cried while tightly hugging the lifeless body. Sometimes he screams to call his name.

The sound of lightning that was loud enough woke Damar, everything was dark as he opened his eyes. He was so scared. His head is still dizzy . Slowly he sat down where he slept.

Unable to sleep even though the lights were off, he finally thought about his dream. If made the story seems steady as well. But just a piece he got, he didn't even know how the story went. All he got was a story of betrayal that led to the murder of his own friend.

Maybe the story will be like the master and service like a royal or samurai story. Feeling considered a puppet he wanted to leave his master. But caught his friend, kept his friend did not accept. Because it was too emotional to be killed. He will surely regret everything he did.

Still out of lights, he fumbles around looking for his phone to jot down all the ideas he gets. Although not necessarily he can make cool writing from the idea, but he wanted to record it. If not in the near future, it will be useful. He's sure of it.

Not long after he recorded, the lights came back on. Everything is back light. Shortly thereafter, there was a dawn prayer that was fused with rainwater that had begun to subside. He immediately rushed to pray.

After the prayer, he actually wanted to take a morning walk, but since the rain had not completely stopped, he finally chose to read the story he made last night. Although neater, but he felt the need for a lot of improvement. There are words he thinks need to be replaced.

After replacing some words that he thought were not fitting, because the air was too cold without realizing it he fell asleep again. When he woke up, the clock he saw shocked him. He immediately rushed to take a shower as soon as possible. Wearing clothes and then running away without having breakfast. He wanted to have breakfast, but he thought it would be too late to eat something first.

Cloudy clouds accompanied him on his way to school. His head was still a little dizzy. He almost fell short, Fortunately he could still control his mind to quickly enter through the school gate before it closed .