Epilogue - Delusion's End

I had a dream. A dream where i was reborn into an another world. It was a silly dream that lasted for something akin to a month. It was a horrible dream where somehow my other self turn into a monster and slaughtered innocent people for the sake of fun.

It was horrible that my self ca turn into that. All the bloodshed that are best to not be mention and though it was a dream, i ask myself why i was not the hero of that dream?

At the midst of the slaughter, there was a man walking in a majestic armor and sword and faced me as if i was the Devil King. Though first, i was successfully beating up the hero like man. But in the midst of the battle the man change. As if i spoke a taboo word that angered him.

As if the warm pitiful look he gave towards me was gone and was all replaced with a cold face of murder. It was slightly terrifying in a sense that his attacks were more ruthless and his blows more heavy.

Even in my dream of slaughter i was no hero. I was a villain with a convenient power that can undo things. Whats with that? Is it my wanting for that kind of power even affected my dreams to that extent? I know.......i just want to run away from the things ahead of my and never accept consequences... The power to undo things........it's running away isn't ?

Heh, even with all that villain like powers i lost in my dreams. I slowly woke up and saw the white ceiling of the hospital room. I know now that my inner self was shouting ''Run Boy! Run!'' towards me....i can feel that i truly do want to run away from the consequences...

Pathetic isn't it? I sat down at the hospital bed and glance at the window. It was a new season now, Summer was over and it's now Fall.

Did i sleep for a whole season?

Anyway, time's up let's do this thing now.

As i i was given an epiphany i look towards the future just wanting to survive. I may or may not find my dreams or goals but feeling the wind caressed my skin and the fresh air enters my nose into my lungs makes me glad that I'm still alive.