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The Misfit Marchers // ch2 pt2 //The Misfit Marchers // ch2 pt2 // by ShannonG3001
Chapter 2 part 2: Travel.
The gang were on a plane, a first class plane I might add. Drey normally goes on a plane where there is no leg room or anything but the first class plane made him feel like he could be on it for hours. He sat next to the captain which he was fine with, the captain explained to him that they would be close a lot because technically he is his “personal assistant” so he got used to it within the couple of days, the captain felt this way too.
Because the group mentioned camping, Drey ate as much as he could and used his own money for it, well he was anyway. “That will be seven coins please.” “Do you take pounds?” The guy looked at the pounds Drey gave him. “Are they pure gold?” “Uhhhhh…” The captain gave the man a few small drops of gold nuggets and the man walked away, giving Drey his food. “T-thank you.” “Don’t mention it.” Drey opened the ca
The Misfit Marchers // ch2 pt1 //The Misfit Marchers // ch2 pt1 // by ShannonG3001
chapter two part one: Visions with packing.
Visions, nightmares, dreams and reality all mixed into one glimpse of the lifecycle we currently live in. The mini second of life, pain and destruction caused Drey to run in his sleep. It was terrifying to know that all these things like the end of the world and thousands of others, lives being born and demons torturing the innocent are happening and he is simply asleep. This terrified him which made him try to run away from the visions that were fixed in his mind.
Drenched in sweat, Drey opened his eyes and breathed heavily, trying to calm himself down. He could hear his heart pounding in his chest and the roars of his breath. Yet all that was heard in the real world were silence. Everything and everyone were quiet as a mouse, nothing was to be heard. Drey sat up, reaching to his bottle of water next to him on his side-table next to his bed and drank the cold water. It was refreshing and still cold to make his heart beat tha
The Misfit Marchers // ch1 pt3 //The Misfit Marchers // ch1 pt3 // by ShannonG3001
Chapter one part three: moving in.
“Day one of your brilliant ‘career’!” Major exaggerated as he could see Drey from a distance, entering the park. Drey smiled as he walked over, despite being exhausted from school all day. Drey waved to the captain and he waved back with a little smile on his face. They went through “the portal” (that’s what Drey saw it as anyway) and once inside the castle, Major gave Drey a massive list of jobs to do. Drey looked at the list, kind of upset as the many jobs he has to do in a place he is unfamiliar with but they looked simple enough to not hate them.
“Hay uh boss?” “Captain.” “C-captain, this one says go pick this stuff up but I cannot leave without that thing of yours…” Drey pointed to the blue eye gem (thing) on his collar tied to some lacy felt. “Oh right! Thank you for reminding me.” The captain handed him a crystal and when Drey took it in his
The Misfit Marchers // ch1 pt2 //The Misfit Marchers // ch1 pt2 // by ShannonG3001
Chapter one part two: Getting setup
Drey stared at the card given to him as the thunder roared on. He looked deeply into the numbers, analysing about his life as he stared at the amounts. He thought about what his life could become or what it could be if he took a part time job with people he actually liked! Cosplayers and good ones at that! He laid on his bed face down into the soft cushion goodness as the big quilt covered his body. His life was stressful enough, not wanting to get out of bed, going to school, exams, lessons, homework and depression on top of that! Was it worth-it? Was not a moments rest worth talking to a bunch of cosplayers?
“Maybe I don’t have to do anything? Maybe this is the one chance I will get.” He thought about the deepest.
‘I am just a character. I know that, we all are. We are all the main characters in our own stories, that’s why there is so many. Whether you’re a boring business man or the craziest person alive
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