To put it simply, it all happened about 4-6 years ago…

There was a girl who always got sick around winter, and always on Christmas day. Lucky for her, she’s got 3 week Christmas vacation! Any who, she had a very high fever of somewhere around 102-103 degrees, and because of a high fever, she’d had to sleep without any covers, so she’d be freezing and be boiling at the same time. About a few days later of having this, she finally felt too warm (even without the covers) that she’d gone into the basement. She would sleep there curled up in a ball on a big, brown, velvet covered rocking chair. Always before she went to bed, or fell asleep, she’d wish she could be some hero, who was strong in heart and mind and to her friends…well really she wanted to pretty much be your everyday video game hero. And every time she’d wish that, she would most of the times dream it. This time, it could had been this subconscious ness that her will drove her into this, or that she was just insane, But it was so- No… It was that she was taken over of something that she should have been able to control. Her Dreams…

“It’s all too real!” She chokes out a whisper out of her pain. “Too real...” she would repeat several times to herself. “Or is not real enough? No…probably just a coincidence, I most likely hit myself in my sleep.” She told herself that, but what could had driven pain and lost of control of a dream?

She couldn’t see herself, it’s like she was really the person in this dream. Unlike her other dreams, she’d at least see herself. She was just at school hanging with the guys. But the school seamed different from her elementary, the guys also looked older there, and most she’s never met, but she somehow still knew them! They looked to be starting Jr. High…
‘Never met you guys, but I know you well…’
‘I seam different from the real me, much different, But I know this new me…’
‘My dreams, goals, are still the same though…why?’
“Hey, Alex! Whatcha gonna draw today? You gonna impress us with your art again and the Art teacher?” Enthusiastically he slightly shouted for the class to hear. He was the one she’d call Conner. Brown mushroom haircut he had and slightly paler then normal skin. Somehow, it fit him. The class sorta surrounded her. Sadly she knew in this world, she wasn’t liked in this classroom, That was probably given away due to the fact she could feel she didn’t talk much, and didn’t really know their names, also is was the middle of the school year, sorta sad to not know every ones name by now. But even though only her art was liked for in this world, in the real world, she was a terrible artiste! Yet she still had the feeling she was some godly artiste in this class. “Are you going to draw that guy with the Blond hair, double edge blade, and cute-looking guy again?” a girl with brown short hair, and freckles had asked with high interests. “What about your hero guy, fighting our evil homeroom monster teacher who try’s to take over the world with all that is boring and dull?!” some random bully name Ryan asked sarcastically. He was the only red head in the class, which should be good enough?  “You’re just super jealous Ryan; you have no skill other then bulling on people weaker then you!” A friend named Erin defended. King of Sarcasm, the weird one of the way he dresses (like…shorts on his arms to use as sleeves.) and q Blondie himself. And well questions and sarcasm where continued being asked until she finally spoke and said “Calm down already, lets just open the sketch book and you’ll see!” to a shock of discovery, her voice sounded more…male then female. Unfortunately, at this point she had awoken from her dream and apparently gone to- err…too gross. (If you wanna know…the “V” word…)
Her Dream continues on to the next day.
She was walking home from school, but she went to check the mail first. On her way walking over to the mail box, she was just saying in her head- “Man, life is so boring, those guys in video games and TV shows have got a more existing life then me…then again I’m only a Jr. High school student. Those guys go from an average of 16-45 years old for them to finally have an adventure!” Her thoughts where interrupted when she had arrived at the mail box. She opened it to find not mail. But a glowing dragon scale. “Oh my god…Why am I even thinking about Dragon Tales at this age and time!? I haven’t even seen that show in years!” annoyingly shouted out loud to the heavens above, it started to apparently rain in her dream. She grabbed the glowing and shining scale and walked home, trying to figure out how that dragon scale was suppose to work again. It had hit of how the scale was suppose to work by the time she was in front of her house. The house she stood in front of that just looked like the house in the real world. “A wish is what this is? To visit a world of singing flowers; stupid dragons; talking snowmen?! Tch, what a stupid TV show, it’s just so kids can watch it and not feel so stupid bout them selves and not be influenced by violence and” It just hit her, like a bolt of lightning. The characters of that show where kids, and most likely made that world through their imagination. Could it be the same if someone else where to make their dream world? “Alright dragon scale, grant me my wish… (I can’t believe I’m gonna say this but…) I wish, I wish with all my heart, turn this world of danger, where I; the hero shall hearth.” That made almost no sense to her that last line; she just thought it had to rhyme like the original. But instead of going all shrilly and doing all that crap, it simple became really hot to touch, shattered, and scattered around the world. Waiting several minutes later for something to happen, nothing did. Maybe her wish was too wicked, ah oh well, she tried didn’t she? Slugged her self all the way to the door, she was greeted by her cooking uncle. She wasn’t sure what his name was, she just calls him uncle, and I think he doesn’t tell her his name so he can win at every game that requires for you to say uncle in order to lose. “Alex! How was school?” he says while flipping veggies in a circular pan. “Boring, same-old, day as always uncle.” She reply’s in a tiring male-like voice. “Oh well, just go and wash up, and maybe take a nap Alex, you sound like you can drop dead at any moment now.” He shouted over the sound of a sizzling hot pan cooling off from the cold water. “Righty-oh ~will do.” Walking up the stairs and taking a right turn into the bathroom, she had finally got a look of what she looked like in the mirror, or should I say HE? Maybe she should have gotten a clue about herself being a male in this dream with her voice and having a flat-chest! Crisp green lime color eyes, a little bit of a tanned skin, a lopsided spiky hair leaning to the left of him, red on the edges of her hair, and orange an the base color, although part of the back of the hair was down and went to her shoulders. A shocker eh? But she had awoken to a new day. The dream would have to wait.
Later on…
It was after supper, and it was bed time. The only thing that lit the room was the moon, stars, and a blinking street light. Alex laid there in deep thought, so deep in thought; she had lost herself and was practically thinking of nothing until she had fallen asleep. It was weird…sleeping in a dream…dreaming in a dream? A voice called to Alex into the Darkness of a dreamless rest that only was a swirl of black, extremely dark purple and extremely dark red. “So you wish for your world to be created? You wish for you to be this hero? What kind of hero do you mean?” A demon like voice, yet gentle like an angelic woman had slightly whispered and echoed in this dream. “Well you know…a Hero that saves people from the dangers and stuff!” She shouted in her mind; in his mind, this dream in a dream felt weirder then others. “Isn’t something missing? Isn’t there someone you are forgetting? Isn’t there something that you’re forgetting? Isn’t there…” the voice just kept trailing off into the distance, an indication of her dream self awakening to the middle of the night. But instead of awakening to an empty room, she finds herself awakening to a room with a woman surrounded by a blue aura, long, long, long black hair that went past her feet, pale she was too. “Your wish shall be granted. The world will become parallel to this world, eternal night, creatures of all sorta will hunt down every man, woman and child in order to feast upon, and no one shall know you, but your family.” The woman reply’s to her dream. “WHAT?! No, this isn’t what I wanted! I didn’t- !” interrupted but the signalling of the woman’s hand rose to the sky, the whole world just went blank for that moment. As it felt like hours later in the dream world, to find the house half destroyed, a darken world, a missing uncle, and a whole bunch of EBIL stuff. Ebil is much more evil… go play adventure quest to find out why. “Go to where you first found the scale of wishes” where the wind had whispered to her. “Rush now child, wait any longer and doom is to you and your friends.” The wind had whispered once again. And with the rush of panic starting to get to her, she ran like there was no tomorrow to the mail box; well, for all that we know there might be no tomorrow in this dream. Sure she knew it was only a dream, but it’s just like a nightmare, you know it’s just a dream, but your still are scared. Anyways, arriving at the mail box, she sees something on top of the mail box. It was a sword, these brown boots and a black thick belt going around the boots, but the belt was loose only on top sorta looking like it was popping up. There was also this light white cloak thingy, the ones that those Roman guys wore? And shoulder guards….to- uh- guard the shoulders. “Humph, I guess my adventure starts earlier then most.” A big grin spread across her face as she looked up into the sky.                                 
                                                              “HERE I COME!”