Felix had a strange dream today, it was a hyper-realistic one at that, it felt less a dream and more a past life.

He stood before a massive door, wooden with a metal structure along the edge for integrity and an overall stronger door.

When he had looked down to himself he found himself dressed in half-plate armor, he knew since he's watched videos of people smithing it for fun. He was taller and broader as well, he couldn't see his face but he had thought he must look pretty good so far. He felt something, as if a gentle hum to his right, turning a bit he looked to a sword the floated with the blade facing down. It was a simple longsword but it looked beautiful, something about it was breathtaking in its simplicity

When he had tried to reach for it, as if understanding his wish it floated near, turning itself and tilting forward to offer its hilt to him. As he took it within his grip he felt connected with the sword. It was like a partner to him, an extension of him. He brought it around to look along the edge, it looked sharp.

Reflecting on the surface was what he assumed was his face, he was right before and he looked good. He looked like an older version of himself, by five or so years, a younger-looking version of his Father but he had the vibrant green eyes of his mother that even now seemed to gently glow in the dark light. Behind him, he saw dark clouds.

Lowering the blade he turned to look and what he saw took his breath away. It was a vast kingdom, billows of smoke dotting the town below the castle he was before. Fires raging across, threatening to take the kingdom with its heat and light. He saw no people, just the carnage, blood littered the grounds, strangely enough even as he stared forth he could see everything clearly.

He had watched some medieval shows of course, but this seemed real. When that clicked through his head he suddenly felt it

The weight of the armor he wore, the weight of the sword in his hand. Something was on his left hand and when he brought his hand up he saw blood, not of his own but of another, three rings decorated his fingers. Different colored gems glowing.

Next was the smell, he could smell the fire, he never smelt burnt flesh before, but he assumed this what it smelt like because it was bad. Even then the smell didn't seem to bother him, a faint feeling as if he was used to the smell. He could smell the sweat and blood on him.

Next was the feeling of his own body, tired but sturdy. He could feel that his body was tired but it was still full of power and energy, feeling as if he was ready for another battle, another war fought by himself.

Then it was like an urge, following it he let his body turn back to the large doors of the keep. He raised his hand with the rings forward and pressed it against the large doors. His body automatically took a deep breath before with power he pushed against the doors and threw them open. But right before he could see inside, he woke up.

Felix now stared at his wooden ceiling, breathing hard, everything could still be felt, even the weight of the armor but as he looked around he noticed he was still within his room, still in his small teenage body just starting to go through puberty. He could feel the connection in the air, one to his pencil, another to his new textbook, and one to his computer.

He grinned at that, hurriedly he threw off his covers and raced, bare feet slapping along the wooden floors as he made his way into his private bathroom, assuming he was pulled from such a cool dream because of his need to go to the bathroom he did just that.

After a quick wash of his hands and a few drinks of water, he ran back to his bed, springing off the tip of his toes he launched himself back into the bed. He didn't have school today since it was the start of the weekend. As he quickly got comfortable and snuggled back into his large blanket.

He stared forward to his ceiling with conviction over his childish face, sure that if he wished hard enough he could go back to the dream. Slowly his eyes grew heavier and he felt the darkness surround him.

As his eyes opened once more he was staring back to the door, looking around he saw the beautiful, all though destroyed view of the kingdom and town below. It seemed he was back to where he was before, as everything came back to him he reached for the sword. Just as before it offered its hilt to him and he took it within his hand. This time in his excitement he stepped forward and pushed the door open with his newfound strength. It flew open to expose a massive, beautiful keep before him. Paintings and portraits decorating the walls, lavish carpets everywhere to help hide the stone beneath.

It was, beautiful to say the least, even just looking over he could feel the story this place must hold, the number of different people that must've been through here.

Walking forward he looked around, looking towards the ceiling to see the large chandelier with dripping pieces of crystal lights, that after falling so far seemed to just vanish like magic, seeing such his eyes opened large as such a thought. Did magic exist in this dream? If so he loved it more and more.

Soon his eye was lead back to the carpet, he didn't notice it at first because of how amazed he was at everything else but he noticed a trail of blood leading to an ajar door where he could faintly see a woman on the ground crying. He stepped forward, he tried to run but it was as if something warned him to move calmly, steadily, and quietly.

Doing just that he pushed the door open, seeing a man in full plate armor raising a large sword, as if about to attack the woman. He forgot what the sword was called, but as he stepped forward he moved quicker.

As the sword was coming down he felt something, as if his body knew what to do. In a simple move, he caught the large sword with his own longsword, in its downward arc spark flew from the blades before he tilted his sword to the side, letting it slid off his blade and down it before causing it to strike the ground to the left of the woman.

Wanting to play a hero the first words out of his mouth was.

"Leave that sniveling bitch to me, she deserves to be killed by my blade and her head and skin mounted to the walls of the village to remind all those who cross us that we will not let such acts go unpunished, noble or not.''

Wait a minute, that wasn't it, was it? He wanted to demand why the man was attacking, ready for a battle the man with the large sword simply turned to Felix, setting the massive sword to rest onto his left shoulder before he bowed his head forward.

"Of course, Lord Felix.''

Felix felt his face move as if scowling at the man. ''Leave the room and take a squad to search the keep, they must have some treasures around, kill all male servants or knights reaming and throw the females to the army to be used. Remind them to kill the ones they don't have a use for, I will not waste resources on useless goods.''

When that was out of his mouth Felix felt odd, maybe he was the villain? He didn't know much about the reality of this time, so this could be normal?

As the man bowed once more before leaving, Felix raised his hand, the ring with a vibrant green gem glowed as a gust of air slammed the door shut behind the man. He then turned to look at the woman who now looked at him in horror, she began to hyperventilate and cry, between her sobs it seemed like she was trying to speak. But it was like it was being drowned out by water, in the distance he could hear someone calling his name 'Felix' very quietly.

As he turned to the woman he heard his words clearly as he raised his sword. ''I will remove your head first then skin you, I do not wish to hear your pointless drivel. Hells I might even let some of the squires play with your body before I skin you.'' That is when he struck out, right as he felt resistance against the sword he heard his name shouted clearly and loudly around him.

''FELIX!" There was a crack of flesh before he awoke with a start.