Dream Sequence

Slyph passed Room No 1904 on his way down the long hallway.

"I love long walks." He said aloud, his voice that of a child.

"You do tend to walk a lot." She said. "Why is that?"

Slyph started to run down the hallway. He passed by room 1904.

"Because I don't need anything but hooves."

He passed by room 1904. He continued to run.

OH SLYPH, WHAT A ROGUE AND PEASANT ANTIHERO I AM

The brigantine breached the floor of the hallway, almost piercing poor Slyph with her bow.

"Nobody likes a Bossy Byron!" he yelled over the sound of splintering wood and crashing waves.

He hauled himself over the side and whipped out his rapier.

THE STORY IS ABOUT ME. YOU ARE THE SIDELINE.

Defiant, Slyph faced the CAPTAIN and stood, sword raised Seconda, as the CAPTAIN stabbed and stabbed and thrusted and stabbed.

Slyph let the sword pass through him. Fighting was always dumb. Why did people always fight? Slyph didn't know. His sword remained still.

"Why does it matter! Why can't we just make sense and get up when we fall! Look at me! I'm still happy! I can still fly!" He screamed, and the creaking wood and the howling winds screamed back.  He let the wind pick him up and carry him off.




SLYPH

The CAPTAIN screamed.

YOU MISSED ALARM! FOOLISH BOY

"Muh..." Slyph  Gongjiang blinked drearily as his grandmother shook him awake

((A fun little passage, I always liked dreams and their odd little quirks and hidden meanings. If you'd like, leave a comment or question!))