My Dream Hero

The day started out fine, other than the rain come in. Rosemary ran five blocks to the school from the bus stop. Her school uniform was drenched and her hair was ruined. The heaven just had to open up and bring all the rain at once. The weather man didn't say it was going to rain.

She had everything perfect. This morning the sun was out and not a cloud in the sky. Waiting for the bus, the sun had vanish behind the clouds. Just perfect, in all the days the rain had to come and ruined everything. Tears stream down all her hard work gone to waste. Her brown hair curl up. She straighten it, in to the a beautiful hair clip. But now her hair poof out. She didn't like it this way. It always made her look like a cotton ball. She knows that her laces bra is showed through her white blouse. It's lucky that she left a sweater in her locker. As for her hair what can she do. Hopefully her friend have a brush.

One more block to go and around the corner. She ran past a man that was standing there in the rain. Straight in to the front doors, with ten minutes to spare. She stop to look back at the man. He will still there, but something was off about the man.

The man was dress in black. Wearing a sword on his back. His cape was not blowing in the wind. His looked like his was waiting for someone. His kept looking at the school. His blue eyes stare at the doors almost straight at her. The intensity pierce into her heart. The look of him was out of place. She could not tell what was under the cape for he did not move. The more she stare she noticed that the rain did not touch him. For his long blonde hair was not wet. Was he a ghost?

"Hey, Rosemary are seeing you something." She was startle for a minute. Turning her head to the voice she knows very well. Her best friend Lily. Lily beauty is famous in the school. The color of bright red hair has the look of fire. And boy, she can put the feel of fire to were it hurts. She inherited green eyes from her mother and her hair from her grandmother.

"Lily...."

"What is it?"

"It's nothing. I have a sweater in my locker so stand in front of me. I don't want others to see."

"If that the case than why are you standing there looking out the front door of the school. For all to see."

Rosemary cheeks tined red. She cross her arms to cover her chest. Lily eyes brighten with laughter. Turning around to walk towards the lockers. Rosemary reach out and grab Lily arm.

"Wait a minute. I need to know something first"

"What that Rosie?"

"Can you look outside and see if you can see that man in black?" Lily turned back around. Look past Rosemary to see.

"I see nothing but other school mates. No man in black." Rosemary looked again. The man was still there but Lily could not see him. Maybe he was a ghost and that she was the only one could see him.

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Marcellus "Marcus" Kelton waited in front of St. Luke high school. Looking at each and every student that pass him. One of them has to be 'it'. The dream stone showed that this was the place for the next dream maker. He had his orders but why him. They were others that can do the job. But no his father said it had to be him. The prince of dreams. They all call him that.

How he hated to being called that. His father is the head of the order. The so, is called 'King of dreams'. His mother is a real princess. Her father was a king of Scotland. His father save her at the last minute before they try to kill her. That was over three hundred years ago. Time move different for each person.

She ran pass him. At that moment he felt a shock of lightning pass his body. His breathe was taken from him. He turn toward the front door. All he saw was a girl in a school uniform and that was it. He felt eyes watching him from the other side of the door. His vision of her wasn't all that great. The rain got in the way.

He didn't have to worry about the rain. His amulet protect him from the elements. No one can see him or so he thought. She can see him. This was very bad. If she can see him. What other things can she see. He had to hurry.

He turn and walk pass the front door. More like walk through the front door. St. Luke high school was made of red bricks. Like every school the front welcome visitors. The signet of the school painted on the floor and on the front office door. Two hallway one to right the other to the left. Lockers line up on either side of the halls.

Which way should he go. Left or right. He should have brought a stonefinder. With a heavy sigh he'll have to look in each and every room. Oh this will to be good. The bell rang already and all the students ran to their classrooms.

The first five class had nothing to do with him. But the six one had a dream pixie. He hold out his hand for it. The pixie flew toward him and landed on his hand. These kind of pixies move toward those that dream. This dream was a good dream. The look of the pixie was a girl by his account. She glow a bright green. And her hair turned green as well.

"Little one, I am looking for a dream maker. Have you seen her?"

"Why yes I have but which one are you looking for?" Her tiny voice sounded like a child. He knew full well that the pixie was way older then he.
"There is more than one here?"

The pixie gleeful giggle at him. And flew around him. Giggling more to the point of trying to make he mad. He didn't fall for it. She flew in front of him smiling at him.

"How many are there?"

"Two of them and they are always together."

"Were can I find them?"

"Around this time they are in room 221. There is a other pixie on that floor. He can show you the way. Go up the stairs and he will be waiting for you."

"Thanks you." He turn to walk out.

"Prince of dreams. Be careful you are going to be in a bit of a surprise with them."

He's eye brow shot up. He looked hard at the pixie before him. He walked out of the class room. He didn't think there was two of them and together. It's was rare that two will be in the same place and together as well. They are probably draw together went they first met. He walked around until he found some stairs.

On the second floor was the same as the first. Lockers on both side of the halls and in between the locker were the doors to the classrooms. The male pixie was all blue. He'll looked a little scare. He pale a little bit more and looked over his shoulder. Whatever made the pixie scare was not good.

"Take me to them." The blue pixie shook his head no. He pointed the way for him. He walk down the hall and stopped. Three more pixies flew pass him. What in the hell is going on. He have never seen pixies run away from dreams. Or seem them scared of a nightmares.

He walk to the end of the hall. The room number was above the door. The door have a window to look in the classroom. All the students are sitting at there desk listening to the teacher. Some are looking at the board writing down what the teacher has on it. Each desk had two students. At the back of the class were two girls. One had her head down looking at the other one beside her. The other was writing down something on paper. He walked in the classroom toward the two girls. The red head kept write on her paper. The other was falling asleep.

"Rosie, don't tell me you stayed awake last night. Playing video games."

"No I studied for the test today."

"You think that you will pass this time."

"I tried to remember all of the facts but I find that no matter how hard I study. I can't remember one single fact."

"O Rosie. What can I say to you?"

"What can you say? That I didn't try my hardest. My parents hated me for not getting good grades. Or your are not trying hard enough. I can't believe my parents would says those things to me. And even with your notes I can't pass."

The two of them go the the same classrooms every day. Lily wrote down everything the teachers said. The end of the day they would go make a copy for Rosemary. Lily was the better of the two on note taking. Rosemary was the artist and the ideal candidate for creative things. Their projects are the best in the class. Rosemary couldn't stay awake. She fell asleep.

Marcus shook he head. Two in one spot and the feeling of both in the room was overwhelmed. Very powerful dreams can be made with a thought. Wait a minute didn't one just fall asleep. He back up to the wall and waiting for it to come.