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The dream that night was different from the rest, instead of having the katana in my grip, I was empty-handed, standing in front of a cloaked man who spoke only a single sentence, "You have trained well hero, as have the others, let us hope the need for such skills will not be needed anytime soon". And with that, I was woken up by the sound of my alarm clock blaring as the digital numbers flashed 6:00 in bright red. I quickly hit the snooze button to silence the piercing sound, sitting upright to fully wake myself up, scratching my head, my hazel hair pointing in every direction. I quickly got dressed for school, grabbing my pencils, a .7 lea

I was caught in the midst of battle, fire surrounding me, demons waiting to get a fresh meal. But I suppose I'm getting ahead of myself. Allow me to introduce myself, I am Shane Denton, and my life prior to now consisted of video games, kendo and fencing classes, and school, basic high school regimen right? Then the dream began, not only for me but also for several of my close friends.  The dreams only showed us one thing, a weapon in hand and a black, clawed, jagged toothed, creature across from us forcing us to fight. We all just thought it was a coincidence, being how I was the first to have it, I told them of it shortly after, describin